Chapter 4

Oh, it’s no use to say I’m _glad_. That word is too paltry. I feel humble and grateful and reverent—and so happy that I can hardly dare to believe it! Last night I was sitting at my window again, wondering if it could only be twenty-four hours since I had sat there and been happy. It seemed years; and oh, so lonely as that spring twilight was! * * * * * Then all at once I heard Stephen’s call from his garden. I knew he was standing by the stone bench waiting for me. But for the first tim…