"Everybit; and so is Dan'el. It's something that stays with one; and the longer you have it, and the more you have, the better content you are. The night I got converted, when we come home from meeting, Dan'el sot talking more'n he usually does; for he's a powerful still man, and, at last, he says: 'If Marget had only lived till now, she might have got the blessing too;' and then he burst right out crying. But he's never mentioned her sence, only last night, in meeting, he said, if we had friends in the other world that we weren't sure were in glory, we mustn't let that keep us sorrowful, but jest work all the harder for them that was still in the world. I didn't think Dan'el could be so changed. I heard him try to sing this morning; but, dear, his singing is something ter'ble. He has no more ear than a cow. Maybe the Lord turns it into good singing--he looks at the heart, and perhaps it sounds better up among the angels than them great singers does that gets a forten for one night's singing." "I am sure it does," I said, emphatically. "He will make splendid music by-and-by, when he stands with the Heavenly choir." "I reckon he'll most stop then to hear his own voice, for he does dote so on singing, and feels so bad that he can't do better." "Singing and making melody in your hearts. You can do that now, Mrs. Blake, and with God's help, I hope to be able to do the same." "What! have you been thinking of these things too, Miss Selwyn?" "Yes. For a good while I have been struggling with a burden of sin that sometimes nearly crushed me; but it is gone now. Last night the joy of pardon came just like a flash of light into my heart." "Thank the Lord for that. There's been some praying very earnest for you. They'll be glad their prayers are answered." "I can never repay what some of you people out here have done for me."