HOME AGAIN

and

THE ELECT LADY


_(A Duplex Edition)_


By George MacDonald




HOME AGAIN.




CHAPTER I.


THE PARLOR.

In the dusk of the old-fashioned best room of a farm-house, in the faint
glow of the buried sun through the sods of his July grave, sat two
elderly persons, dimly visible, breathing the odor which roses unseen
sent through the twilight and open window. One of the two was scarcely
conscious of the odor, for she did not believe in roses; she believed