British -- France -- Fiction; Castles -- Fiction; Christian life -- Fiction; Love stories; Young women -- Fiction
"No, when I was single and unattached I talked a lot of nonsense," said
Phemie, flushing; "but motherhood is very wonderful, Adrienne. You will
find it so."
"I'm sure I shall, and if all is well, three months more will bring me
to it. I am hoping it may be a girl, and Guy hopes so too. I know he
will spoil a little daughter if he gets one."
"You must not let him. Godfrey and I talk a lot about our boy. We mean
to bring him up from the beginning in the old-fashioned way. To learn
obedience and self-control first of all. Those virtues are lacking in
the modern race."
So they talked, compared notes together, and parted; each feeling that
their friendship was strengthened and renewed by their time together.
It was in October when Adrienne's little daughter appeared. She was a
tiny creature with big blue eyes and soft little curls over her head.
She hardly ever cried, and gave everyone a smile who came near her.
Her father watched her with adoring eyes. When Adrienne was quite
convalescent, she got her husband to take her one afternoon to the
little churchyard.
A beautiful white marble cross was erected over Agatha's grave, and she
wanted to see the inscription underneath.
It was very simple and plain:
"SACRED TO THE MEMORY OF
OUR BELOVED AGATHA
WHO DIED AS SHE LIVED
IN SUCCOURING OTHERS.
"Well done, good and faithful servant. Enter thou
into the joy of thy Lord."
And then below, Marie had these verses written:
"Her life was lived in Heaven below,
And God was with her here;
She's only gone a step beyond
To clearer, sweeter air.
"Through pain and grief she sang her hymns
Of joyous grateful praise;
In glory now beyond all ills
She sings again her lays.
"The echo of her songs and life
With all of us remain;
And so we follow in her steps,
We know we'll meet again."
"Guy," said Adrienne, looking up at her husband with tears in her eyes,
"there is only one name for our little daughter, and I pray God that He
may give her some of the grace He gave our little Saint."
"Yes," said Guy, in a tone of quiet content, "she shall be called
'Agatha.'"
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