He tried to say something, moved his lips faintly, but no sound came. "Oh, what is it?" she cried; "something new?" He nodded, echoing: "Something new, and something very, very old." "And sad?" "Saddest of all sad things." "What is?" "Haven't you ever heard? Love is the saddest of all." A ray of light fell like a sword between them, and a sharp rap on the window at their backs made them fly to their feet. Turning, they saw Mrs. Gano's face against the pane. She had lifted a corner of the blind, and was beckoning with imperious hand. "I must go," whispered Val; and she vanished. Ethan walked up and down till the early bed hour, listening to the rain and to the sound of An' Jerusha's crooning. CHAPTER XXIV Emmie had begun to teach a class in the Infant Sunday-school. She would go off soon after breakfast, the others following an hour or so later, and meeting her at morning service. "I don't think I'll go to-day," said Ethan the subsequent Sunday. "Why don't you take a holiday, too?" "No," answered Val. "If I stay at home grandma will-- But you might walk part way with me, mightn't you?" "Yes, I don't mind a walk. I'll take a book along and go up on the Hill after I leave you." As they set off, Mrs. Gano stood at the window looking after them. Ethan made her a little half-mocking bow, whereat she smiled grimly. Val, glancing back at her, said, "Though you do pretend to be so gloomy, you always put other people into better spirits. I haven't seen her smile since--not since.... She cares more for you than she does for anybody." "She won't be sorry when I go." Val flashed a side look at him, and the brightness dimmed in her eyes. But here was Miss Tibbs, hurrying by with a sharp glance and "Good-morning," and other people passing on their way home from Sunday-school. She mustn't cry in public. "You oughtn't to say that she won't be sorry. You ought to be gratefuller to people for caring so tremendously for you--as she does." Her heart seemed to be beating high up in her throat. "Emmie and I often notice how she lets you do all the forbidden things--pick the myrtle and narcissus, play as loud and as hard as you like on the piano, have sangaree and julep when you aren't a bit ill"--she was trying to laugh--"even lets you go through the bookcases and take out anything you like." She glanced down at the book in his hand. He made no rejoinder. A side glance at his face showed him with brows knitted and abstracted eyes. Suddenly the dark face lit up; he had caught sight of a charming apparition over the way. Julia was crossing the street "just in time to meet Ethan," thought Val, although her friend was coming from her Sunday-school class, at the usual time, and by the usual route. "Good-morning," Ethan called out with a cheerfulness that made Val's heart drop in an instant, down--down. "You two pious ones off to church?" asked Julia, as she shook hands with them.