for him, enthusiasm; he declared he would like nothing better,
and he put his daily paper aside without a visible regret.

"Well," he admitted, "I must say there's more to it than I supposed.
They've studied the Prophecies; that's evident. And they're not narrow
in their belief. They're really Unitarians."

"Narrow?" she said--"they are as wide as heaven itself!
And, oh, the peace of it!"

"But they are NOT human," he would insist, smiling; "no marriage--
that's not human, little Tay."

It was not until two months later that he began to feel
vaguely uneasy. "Yes; it's interesting," he admitted;
"but nobody in these days would want to be a Shaker."
To which she replied, boldly, "Why not?"

That was all, but it was enough. Lewis Hall's face suddenly sobered.
He had not stumbled along behind her in all her emotional experiences
without learning to read the guide-posts to her thought.
"I hope she'll get through with it soon," he said to himself,
with a worried frown; "it isn't wholesome for a mind like 'Thalia's
to dwell on this kind of thing."

It was in November that she broke to him that she had written
Eldress Hannah to ask if she might come and visit the community,
and had been answered "Yee."

Lewis was silent with consternation; he went out to the sawmill