“Yes, for one year, and was glad enough to go home again. I wish you would come to school to _me_; do you suppose you could?” asked Marion with a sudden and joyous inspiration. “O, Miss Marion,” was all the girl could reply for very gladness. “We will plan about it, Roger and I. If you can come and stay all day and study, and take music lessons, three or four days a week, it will be better than boarding-school for you, and more than you can think for me. You have been on my mind, but I didn’t dare propose anything; I knew Aunt Affy would not be allowed to have her way.” Both Judith’s arms were about Marion’s neck, with her face hidden on Marion’s shoulder. “I’ve wanted a sister all my life,” she said laughing and crying together. Sunday morning on entering church her attention was arrested by a large map stretched across the platform, or half-way across it; the pulpit had been removed and in its stead were flowers, a row of pink bloom and shades of green. A tall gentleman, with the very blackest hair and beard she had ever seen, arose and stood near the map. How her heart gave a throb when he said, touching a spot on the map: “That is Antioch, the place where the disciples were first called Christians. I was born in Antioch, where Paul and Barnabas preached Christ. I was born in Antioch, and I was re-born in Antioch.” Judith held her breath. He was a disciple, a Christian come from Antioch. She drew back, almost afraid; she felt as if Christ must be there standing very near this disciple. He talked about the beautiful city and made it as near and real as this little village in which there was a church of disciples. It was like seeing one of the twelve disciples, Peter, or James, or John; or perhaps Paul, because he had been in Antioch. But he said he had been “reborn” there; what could he mean? Re—again; born again. Was he born twice in Antioch? She had been born only once. Must every disciple be born over like this disciple who was born both times in Antioch? For a long time she puzzled herself over this new, strange thing; then, when she could not bear it any longer, she asked Aunt Affy. “When he was born, and for years as he grew up, he did not love and obey Christ, and then the Holy Spirit gave him a loving and obedient heart, and that loving and obedient heart is so new that it is like being born over again,” was Aunt Affy’s simple, and sure unraveling of her perplexity. XVI. ONE OF AUNT AFFY’S EXPERIENCES. “O, Master, let me walk with Thee In lowly paths of service free; Tell me Thy secret; help me bear The strain of toil; the fret of care.” —Washington Gladden.