"Perhaps Grant is touched--touched with the mad impatience of God's fools, father. I don't always follow Grant. He goes his way and I go mine. But I am sure of this, that the thing which will really start South Harvey, and all the South Harveys in the world out of their dirt and misery, and vice, is not our dreams for them, but their dreams for themselves. They must see the vision. They must aspire. They must feel the impulse to sacrifice greatly, to consecrate themselves deeply, to give and give and give of themselves that their children may know better things. And it is my work to arouse their dreams, to inspire their visions, to make them yearn for better living. I am trying to teach them to use and to love beautiful things, that they may be restless among ugly things. I think beauty only serves God as the handmaiden of discontent! And, father, way down deep in my heart--I know--I know surely that I must do this--that it is my reason for being--now that life has taken the greater joy of home from me. So," she concludes solemnly; "these people whom I love, they need me, but father, God and you only know how I need them. I don't know about Grant,--I mean why he is going his solitary way, but perhaps somewhere in his heart there is a wound! Perhaps all of God's fools--those who live queer, unnormal self-forgetting lives, are the broken and rejected pieces of life's masonry which the builder is using in his own wise way. As for the plan, it is not ours. Grant and I, broken spawl in the rising edifice, we and thousands like us, odd pieces that chink in yet hold the strain--we must be content to hold the load and know always--always know that after all the wall is rising! That is enough." And now we must put aside the pictures and get on with the story. CHAPTER XXX GRANT ADAMS PREACHING A MESSAGE OF LOVE RAISES THE VERY DEVIL IN HARVEY