“Some day you shall see that golden circle from the top of the observatory, for from there you can see the whole of it and the effect is very fine,” answered the Lady of Edengarden as they crossed the beautiful grounds and entered the circular grove. “Now I shall wish to come so often, for now it will not be the likeness but the living lady that I shall long to see,” said Em. “You shall come as often as you like, and stay as long as you like. And tell your mother, dear, that I never leave the confines of the island, except when I leave the country. So I cannot go to see her; but I would be very happy to see her here—and your father and old Aunt Monica. They could come, as others come to see the island, and then they should see me.” “And Ann Whitlock? _Poor_ Ann Whitlock?” pleaded Em. as the lady paused to take leave. “No, my child, I do not know much about her; and my secret must not be confided to any one but the three faithful friends in whom I can utterly confide. Not that there is anything at stake, either; only, you see, poor Emolyn Wyndeworth was stoned to death many years ago, and she is dead and in her grave, and she will rise only for the two or three who love her.” “Oh, but you dream such beautiful dreams in death. You have dreamed this once barren rock into a blooming paradise, you have dreamed blessings all around you! Oh! how I wish I could dream such beautiful dreams as you do! Especially that I could dream such blessings on all the poor!” “Stay, my child! I have just thought how I may employ you. You shall realize the dreams of blessings. My almoner is somewhat indolent with declining years, and not quite equal to her duties. You shall be a ministering angel to the needy, and find out all who are poor, sick, or suffering in mind or body, and bring them to my knowledge, and afterwards take them relief according to their requirements. I am sure such occupation would suit you.” “It would make me happier than I ever hoped to be in this world!” exclaimed Em. with enthusiastic delight. “Come to me, then, to-morrow. And let the others that I have named come then, or at any other time. See! the sun is on the verge of the horizon. You must hasten home. Oh! my darling, I am so thankful you wandered over my grave and raised me from it. Good-night! God bless you!” And the lady drew the maiden to her bosom and kissed her and turned away. Em. watched the receding figure until it was lost in the grove, and then she hurried down to the shore, where she found the boat tied to its post and rocking on the water, and old ’Sias sitting in the stern fast asleep. She woke him up, and then said: “I have kept you waiting too long, haven’t I, Uncle ’Sias? I have been gone more than three hours.”