Oh, I want to see it!" Lady Charlotte was greatly moved by the yearning in the voice, but, controlling herself, she said gaily: "Oh, I can't show it to you as your Pilot can, but I'll tell you what I saw." "Turn me where I can see," said Gwen to me, and I wheeled her toward the window and raised her up so that she could look down the trail toward the canyon's mouth.
"Now," she said, after the pain of the lifting had passed, "tell me, please." Then Lady Charlotte set the canyon before her in rich and radiant coloring, while Gwen listened, gazing down upon the trail to where the elm tops could be seen, rusty and sere.
"Oh, it is lovely!" said Gwen, "and I see it so well.

It is all there before me when I look through my window." But Lady Charlotte looked at her, wondering to see her bright smile, and at last she could not help the question: "But don't you weary to see it with your own eyes ?" "Yes," said Gwen gently, "often I want and want it, oh, so much!" "And then, Gwen, dear, how can you bear it ?" Her voice was eager and earnest.

"Tell me, Gwen.

I have heard all about your canyon flowers, but I can't understand how the fretting and the pain went away." Gwen looked at her first in amazement, and then in dawning understanding.
"Have you a canyon, too ?" she asked, gravely.
Lady Charlotte paused a moment, then nodded.

It did appear strange to me that she should break down her proud reserve and open her heart to this child.
"And there are no flowers, Gwen, not one," she said rather bitterly, "nor sun nor seeds nor soil, I fear." "Oh, if The Pilot were here, he would tell you." At this point, feeling that they would rather be alone, I excused myself on the pretext of looking after the horses.
What they talked of during the next hour I never knew, but when I returned to the room Lady Charlotte was reading slowly and with perplexed face to Gwen out of her mother's Bible the words "for the suffering of death, crowned with glory and honor." "You see even for Him, suffering," Gwen said eagerly, "but I can't explain.