For the Hand that made us made them.

The Whisper that waked us, wakes them.

The Sun that draws us, draws them.

The Sun will have us come." * * * * * Fay had already passed by that way, had picked a few primroses, and had gone on.

_Was she never to be at peace again ?_ Was she never to know what it is to lie down in peace at night, never to know what it is to be without fear.