One evening early in December, Hester coming in from marketing in Ambleside, found Nelly, sitting by the fire, a book open on her knee, so absorbed in thought that she had not heard her friend's entrance. Yet her lips seemed to be moving. Hester came softly, and knelt down beside her. 'Darling, I have been such a long time away!' Nelly drew a deep breath. 'Oh, no I--I--I've been thinking,' Hester looked at the open book, and saw that it was 'The Letters of St. Ignatius'--a cheap copy, belonging to a popular theological 'Library,' she herself had lately bought. 'Did that interest you, Nelly?' she asked, wondering. 'Some of it'--said Nelly, flushing a little. And after a moment's hesitation, she pointed to a passage under her hand:--'For I fear your love, lest it injure me, for it is easy to do what you will; but it is difficult for me to attain unto God, if ye insist on sparing me.' And suddenly Hester remembered that before going out she had entreated Nelly to give herself another fortnight's rest before going to Manchester. It would then be only six weeks since her husband's death. 'And if you break down, dear,'--she had ventured--'it won't only be trouble to you--but to them '--meaning the hospital authorities. Whereupon for the first time since her return, Nelly's eyes had filled with tears. But she made no reply, and Hester had gone away uneasy. 'Why will you be so hard on yourself?' she murmured, taking the lovely childish face in her two hands and kissing it. Nelly gently released herself, and pointed again, mutely, to a passage further on--the famous passage in which the saint, already in the ecstasy of martyrdom, appeals again to the Christian church in Rome, whether he is bound, not to save him from the wild beasts of the arena. 'I entreat you, shew not unto me an unseasonable love! Suffer me to be the food of wild beasts, through whom it is allowed me to attain unto God. I am the corn of God; let me be ground by the teeth of the wild beasts, that I may be found the pure bread of Christ.... Pardon me in this. I know what is expedient for me. I am but now beginning to be a disciple.' 'Nelly dear--what do you mean?' A faint little smile crossed Nelly's face. 'Oh, nothing--only;--' she sighed again--'It's so _splendid_! Such a will!--such a faith! No one thinks like that now. No one is willing to be "the corn of God."' 'Oh, yes they are!' said Hester, passionately. 'There are thousands of men--and women--in this war, who are willing to do everything--suffer everything--for others--their country--their people at home.' 'Well, then they're happy!--and why hold anyone back?' said Nelly, with soft reproach. And letting her head drop on Hester's shoulder, she said, slowly--