"And that is everything," he exclaimed. "It is by our desires God judges us. And, sweetheart," again bending tenderly over her, "when the call does come, whether to you or to me, we'll clasp hands, if we can, to the last moment, and then we'll wait patiently till we clasp them again in the Sunny Land." "The Little Missis" had been toe well trained for the sunshine to spoil her--it did but bring out still fairer beauties in her character; and no end of work came to her, or she went to it, whichever way you prefer to have it. * * * * * The Great Gardener had kept this flower for long years in an exposed position, where winds and frosts had worked their will; and many a time had He bent over it, with loving look but with firm hand, to shape it into more perfect form and fairer beauty. And then He said: "I will put it into a sunny place." He did so. And there in that place of sunlight, by its very beauty it brought praise to His Name, and the winds which once had been so rough with it, bore its fragrance afar. THE END