It was my one anxiety." Her voice was very faint, so that
Maggie had to lean forward to catch the words.
"You'll have thought me unkind all this time," said Maggie, "not to
have come, but it hasn't been unkindness. Many times I've wanted,
but there seemed to be so much to do that it wasn't RIGHT to come
away."
"Are you happy, dear?" Aunt Anne said in her ghostly whisper.
"Very, very happy," said Maggie, remembering what Mr. Magnus had
said to her.
Aunt Anne sighed. "Ah, that's good. It was my one worry that you
mightn't be happy. I was all wrong about you, Maggie, trying to push
you my way instead of letting you go your own. I should have waited
for God to show His direction. But I was impatient--and if you were
unhappy--" She broke off and for a moment Maggie thought that she
would speak no more. She lay there, with her eyes closed, like a
waxen image.
She went on again: "I've always loved you, Maggie, from the very
first, but I was so impatient for you to come to God. I thought He
would reveal Himself and you not be ready. He did reveal Himself,
but not as I had thought. He came that night and took Mr.
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