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Sara Lee had had a hard day The children loved her In the intervals

of calls they crawled over her, and the littlest one called her Saralie

She held the child in her arms close

"Saralie!" said the child, over and over; "Saralie! That's your na in her ears, Henri and his tender Saralie

There was an oppression on her too Her very bedrooe This was her own furniture, for her new home It

was beautiful, sie She

had been too close to the great struggle to be prepared to think in terms

of peace so soon Perhaps, had she dared to look deeper than that, she

would have found so she had not counted on

She and Belle had a little tione, before

Harvey came home They sat in Belle's bedroom, and her sentences were

punctuated by little backs briskly presented to have sarments

fastened, or bows put on stiffly bobbed yellow hair

"Did you understand my letter?" she asked "I was sorry I had sent it,

but it was too late then"

"I put your letter and--theirs, together I supposed that Harvey--"

"He was about out of his mind," Belle said in her worried voice "Stand

still, Mary Ellen! He went to Mrs Gregory, and I suppose he said a good