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Much of Sara Lee's life at hoirl who had knitted the afghan for Anna, and had hidden it

away from Uncle James' kind but curious eyes And one was this present

Sara Lee, living on the edge of eternity, and seeing --except perhaps soht be preserved, at any

cost, the right of honest folk to labor in their fields, to love, to

pray, and at last to sleep in the peace of God

She had lost the past and she dared not look into the future So she

was living each day as it came, with its labor, its love, its prayers

and at last its sleep Even Harvey seemed remote and stern and bitter

She reread his letters often, but they were forced And after a time

she realized another quality in them They were self-centered It was

his anxiety, his loneliness, his hu out, those days, over a suffering world Harvey's eyes were

turned in on himself

She realized this, but she never fore was a growing fear of the reunion whichstill further bitterness against that

day, that he would say things that he would regret later Soht of that day ca, and her