He leaned his head against the window-frame.
"O God that my father and my grandfather served--God of old times--of Israel in Egypt! I think that I would release them all if I could--_all but one! Not him!_" He looked at the cedar.

"Who was he, in truth, who planted that, perhaps for a remembrance?
And he, and all men, had and have some one deep wrong that shall not be brooked!" He stood in a brown study until there was a tap at the door.

"Come in!" Alice entered, bearing before her a bowl of flowers of all fair hues and shapes.

She herself was like a bright, strong, winsome flower.

"To make your room look bonny!" she said, and placed the bowl upon the table.