" She must have seen a picture
once of that figure with the patient, tender eyes, knocking at a
fast-closed door, but she had never troubled to ask who it was.
Now it all seemed close, He was so real. It was ordinary, everyday
life that seemed unreal now, that began to seem to her so far away.
Huldah was drawing bright pictures in her mind of days when the
spring would come, and Aunt Emma would be stronger and able to walk
about; they would be able to go and see Aunt Martha sometimes.
Her thoughts dwelt lovingly on Aunt Martha and Dick. She saw them
seldom now, the storms and the rough roads kept Aunt Martha at home,
and Huldah could not leave her Aunt Emma.
So busy was she with her thoughts that she forgot all about Miss
Rose's promised piece of news, until, when the tea was over, Miss
Rose spoke of it again.
"You must light the lamp now, brownie. I want to talk to your aunt.
There is someone wanting to see her,--someone that she wants to see,
I think."
Emma Smith turned quickly, an eager light flashing over her face.
"Is it--Tom?" she asked, excitedly.
"Yes--your husband. He has behaved so well he got his discharge as
soon as it was possible, and he has come in search of you."
Suddenly the light and eagerness died out of her face. "Charlie--and
the van!" she cried, growing white to the lips.
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