Many months, by earthly time, had passed since that day, and many times I had visited that lovely home and held sweet converse with one I loved so well. I could suggest nothing that would add to the beauty of the place, but we talked of it together, and planned for and anticipated the joy of her coming. One day I found him absent, and though I waited long for his return, he came not. I had not seen him for several days, and concluded he had been sent upon some mission by the Master. As I passed onward to our home, I met a group of happy young girls and boys, of different ages, hastening the way I had come, with their arms full of most beautiful flowers. As they drew near I saw they were the grandchildren of my dear sister--Stanley and Mary and David and Lee and little Ruth. As soon as they saw me, they all with one accord began to shout joyfully: "Grandma is coming! Grandma is coming! We are taking flowers to scatter everywhere! We are so glad!" "How do you know she is coming, children? I have just been to the house--no one is there!" "But she is coming," said little Lee. "We had a message from grandpa, and he is to bring her." "Then I will tell the others, and we will all come to welcome her," I said. With a great joy in my heart I hastened onward to my father's house. I found them awaiting me, full of joyful expectation. "Yes, we also have had word," my father said, "and were only awaiting your return, that we might go together." "Then I will go for brother Frank, that he also may accompany us," I said. "He is here!" said a genial voice; and, looking up, I saw him at the door. "Col. Sprague is always present when he is needed," said my father cordially. So we set forth, a goodly company, to welcome this dearly loved one to her home--my father, my mother, and my sister Jodie; my brother the doctor, and his two fair daughters; my Aunt Gray, her son Martin, and his wife and daughter; my brother Frank and I. As we approached the house we heard the sound of joyous voices, and looking in, we saw my sister standing in the room, her husband's arm about her, and the happy grandchildren thronged around them, like humming-birds among the flowers. But what was this? Could this radiant creature, with smooth brow and happy eyes, be the pale, wan woman I had last seen, so bowed with suffering and sorrow? I looked with eager eyes. Yes, it was my sister; but as she was full thirty years ago, with the bloom of health upon her face, and the light of youth in her tender eyes. I drew back into the shadow of the vines and let the others precede me, for my heart was full of a strange, triumphant joy. This truly was the "victory over death" so surely promised by our risen Lord. I watched the happy greetings, and the way she took each beloved one into her tender arms. When, one by one, she had greeted and embraced them all, I saw her, with a strange yearning at my heart, turn and look wistfully around, then whisper to my father: