"'It's nearly church time, and I must hurry. We're all going together. It's Virginia's very first service, except for those at the Home, and I do hope she'll be good. I've been instructing her for days--telling her just what to do and what not to do. I'm afraid I'll send out many thoughts in your direction, but Miss Wallace says they're prayers anyway--that is, the kind I'd send to you, so I guess it will be all right. There's Virginia calling now. "'Dearest love, "'DOROTHY. "'P.S. After service. She was angelic! When she knelt and closed her eyes, she looked like one of Raphael's cherubs. Dad wiped his eyes--I saw him--and I could have cried for happiness. The sermon was on "Vigilance"--wasn't that strange? The minister spoke about watching for opportunities to serve, for in so doing, he said, we served ourselves most of all. Dad looked at me then and smiled, and we both looked at Virginia, our opportunity. She was finding _A's_ in the prayer-book. "'This is a selfish letter--all about me--but I knew you'd want to know about your namesake. Write me right away. We'll be watching every mail. "'DOROTHY.'" They looked at one another with shining eyes as Priscilla folded the letter. Mary was the first to speak. "Isn't it the loveliest thing in all the world for Dorothy to do?" she said. "Wonderful!" cried the two who possessed a namesake. "I think we ought to make Virginia Winthrop Richards a present," proposed Priscilla. "I never felt so important in all my life, did you, Virginia?" "Never!" said Virginia. "Why so quiet, Vivian?" "I was thinking about Imogene," said Vivian. "I'm wondering why I don't care much either. It's strange when I cared so much for her--only four months ago." In their excitement over Dorothy's child, the others had for the moment forgotten Imogene. "I guess it's because we went as far as the crossroads together," explained Virginia, "and then chose different paths. I feel the same way Dorothy does. I'm sorry for Imogene, but I don't feel any great loss myself." "I propose we adjourn," said the excited Priscilla, "and go down and tell the news to Aunt Nan and Mr. Hunter. That is, if there's no more business," she added, looking toward the president. The president declared the meeting adjourned, and they started homeward. By a large spruce they stopped for a moment. The ground beneath the tree was a garden, glad with blossoming flowers. Virginia's gray eyes looked at them, then sought the distant mountains.