CLOUD. 13 



The beautiful day was drawing to a close as we 

 reached home. A neighbor woman desired to re- 

 main and help my mother for the night, but mother 

 said no. She preferred that we should be alone. 

 We all avoided mention of our sorrow, and all be- 

 gan the usual evening work of the farm and house. 

 It was better so. When we gathered in mother's 

 room at last, for the evening hour before our early 

 bed-time, she read to us the fourteenth chapter of 

 St. John, and as she read the humble room seemed 

 pervaded by a strengthening spirit. Surely it was 

 the presence of the promised Comforter. 



