"I think when the mill is crying like that, it always seems as if it were softening a little, Thinkright. Don't you? As if there were greater chance of its opening its eyes and taking notice once more." Thinkright gave a low laugh. "Your miracle hasn't come to pass yet, has it?" "No, but I'm going to hope, still." "That's right. If those shutters ever open I think you'll have to be the prime mover. No one else seems to care." "_You_ care, Thinkright," replied the girl wistfully. "There shouldn't be anything sad or hopeless around the Mill Farm, least of all that dear old neglected thing that named it." "You're a very fanciful little girl," was the reply; but there was nothing disapproving in the glance her companion bent upon her. As they drove up to the farmhouse, the living-room door flew open, and Minty was disclosed, prevented by her mother from going out into the rain, and expending pent-up energy by hopping up and down with irrepressible eagerness. Mrs. Lem appeared behind her, wreathed in smiles, and coiffured and arrayed in her company best. "It's so good to be home again," cried Sylvia, "so good, so good!" and she jumped out of the wagon and seized Minty's hands and danced around the living-room in the rubber coat until the child's laughter rang out gleefully. "And how have you been, Mrs. Lem?" she asked when their breath was gone. "Smart," replied that lady, regarding the girl admiringly, and wondering whether by patience and perseverance she might force her own hair to go into the shape of Sylvia's. "I do hope you've brought us a change in the weather," went on Mrs. Lem. "When it hain't ben actually rainin' the past two weeks, there's ben so much timidity in the atmosphere that I've got hoarse as a crow, and we'll all be webfooted pretty soon if it don't clear up." "You shall have sunshine to-morrow," declared Sylvia. "I hain't touched the Rosy Cloud yet," said Minty, "even though you wrote I could. Thinkright said I might let her git stove on a rock, and he'd druther I'd wait." "Very well, Minty, to-morrow we shall begin making up for lost time. Let them watch us." Cap'n Lem soon appeared, and the five made a happy supper party. During the meal the clouds lightened and the rain abated. Mrs. Lem would not hear to Sylvia's assisting in clearing away, but sent her upstairs to unpack her trunk. She was at work at it when the western sun suddenly shone out. "The rainbow, the rainbow!" shouted Minty at the foot of the stairs. "Where?" cried Sylvia. "Over the mill." Sylvia ran into Thinkright's room, which was on the eastern side of the house, and, throwing open a window, fell on her knees before it. In a protecting, splendid arch a perfect rainbow spanned the cloud above the mill. Rays of sunlight struck full upon the sightless eyes, and kissed its gray face until the tears sparkled into diamonds and the old building was beset with glory.