In the glowing heart of the fire she saw her home warm with holy love,
bright with sacred companionship. In the dancing flames she saw her
children--happy, beautiful, children. Nor did she in her dreams fear
the flickering shadows that came and went for in the dusk of the room
she felt the dear presence of that one who was to be her other self;
who was to be to her strength in her weakness, hope in her sadness,
and comfort in her mourning.

It is well indeed that the shadows of life bring no fears into our
dreams else we would not dare to dream and life itself would lose its
purpose and its meaning.

So the woman saw her future, not in the shadows that came and went
upon the wall, but in the glowing heart of the fire. And, as she
dreamed her dreams of womanhood, her face grew beautiful with a
tender, thoughtful, beauty that is given only to those women who dream
such dreams. With the realization of her womanhood and the beginning
of her woman life, her lips curved in a smile that was different from
the smile of girlhood and there came into her eyes a light that was
never there before. And then, as one setting out on a long journey
might turn back for a last farewell view of loved familiar scenes, she
turned to go back for a little into her Yesterdays.

There was a home in those Yesterdays and there was a mother--a mother
who lived now in a better home than any of earth's building. A father
she had never known but there was a big, jolly, uncle who had done and
was doing yet all that an uncle of limited means could do to take her
father's place in the life of his sister's only child. And there was
sunshine in her Yesterdays--bright sunshine--unclouded by city smoke;
and flowers unstained by city grime; and blue skies unmarred by city