The spirit of my Quaker grandmother revives in me.

Sometimes I sit hours thinking, scarcely stirring; and I believe I know now how people might speak to each other without words.

Your Uncle Benn and you--it was so with you, was it not?
You heard his voice speaking to you sometimes; you understood what he meant to say to you?
You told me so long ago." David inclined his head.

"I heard him speak as one might speak through a closed door.

Sometimes, too, in the desert I have heard Faith speak to me." "And your grandfather ?" "Never my grandfather--never.