"There are a hundred Canadians apparently," said Janet Leighton, looking at her letter, "and German prisoners, quite a good few, and these thirty girls. Mrs. Fergusson begs us to come. Sunday's no good because we couldn't see the work, but--after the harvest? We could get there with the pony quite well." Rachel said nothing. Janet Leighton dropped the subject for the moment, but after supper, with her writing-desk on her knee, she returned to it. "Can't you go without me?" said Rachel, who was standing with her back to the room, looking out of the window. "Well, I could," said Janet, feeling rather puzzled, "but I thought you were curious to see these new kinds of work for women?" "So I am. It isn't the women." "The German prisoners, then?" laughed Janet. "Heavens, no!" "The Canadians?" asked Janet--in wonder--after a moment. Rachel turned abruptly towards her. "Well, I didn't have exactly a good time in Canada," she said, as though the admission was dragged out of her; adding immediately, "but of course I'll go--sometime--after the harvest." On which she left the room, and presently Janet saw her wandering among the stooks in the gloaming, her hands behind her back. She seemed in her ripe and comely youth to be somehow the very spirit of the harvest. A little later, just before ten o'clock, while the sunset glow was still brooding on the harvest fields, the two farm-girls, after a last visit to the cows, slipped into the little sitting-room. Janet, who was mending her Sunday dress, greeted them with a smile and a kind word. Then she moved to the table and took up a New Testament that was lying there. She was an ardent and mystically-minded Unitarian, and her mind was much set towards religion. "Shall we have prayers at night?" she had said quite simply to the f arm-girls on their arrival. "Don't if you don't want to." And they had shyly said "yes"--not particularly attracted by the proposal, but willing to please Miss Leighton, who was always nice to them. So Janet read some verses from the sixth chapter of St. John: "Verily, verily, I say unto you, he that believeth on Me hath everlasting life ... I am the Bread of Life ... I am the living Bread which came down from Heaven ... The words that I speak unto you they are spirit and they are life."