"Now we're comin' to the house"--as they turned into the drive--"and I jest want to say this, dear--" She took Daphne's face in her two hands and looked into her eyes. "Life is a wonderful garden, dear, a garden where the air is filled with perfume, a garden filled with flowers, with heart's-ease and forget-me-nots, and if you wander down its moonlit pathway with your loved one's hand in yours, you're bound to find the enchanted palace where love's dream comes true--So dream, my dear, jest dream. "Now, there's Miss Smith," as the motor stopped. "How do you do, Mis' Smith? How do you do, Barbara? You was lookin' for me? Yes, I come jest as soon as I could. How is Mis' Abbott? Take them baskets on the porch, and that bundle goes upstairs. Can I go up and see Mis' Abbott?" "Yes, come right up. I told her you were coming, but she says she won't see you. But I think she will," said Mrs. Smith. "Of course she will. I'm comin' right along. Daphne, you go out on the porch there with the ladies and open them baskets. I worked half the night and kept the cook up the other half to get the things ready. The names is on the things. You give 'em to the ladies, and jest stay and let 'em look at you. It'll be a treat as good as the things in the baskets." She followed Barbara up the long stairs. At the door she turned. "Don't come in, Barbara; I'll go in alone." And she went into the "best" room of the home, because Mrs. Abbott had been able to pay a little more than that paid by the other guests. Drusilla found the little woman in bed, with her face turned to the wall. She did not move until Drusilla put her hand on her shoulder. "I've come to see you, Mis' Abbott." The woman looked up at Drusilla a moment, then put her faded old hands over her face. "I don't want to see you, Drusilla, I don't want to see you." "Pshaw, now," answered Drusilla, "yes, you do, Mis' Abbott. I come jest a purpose to see you." "Oh, but I don't want to see you," wailed the feeble old voice. "I always called you 'charity' and now I'm charity myself. I wish I could die, I wish I could _die!"_ "No, you don't," said Drusilla softly. "You want to live and you're glad to see me." "I ain't! I tell you, I ain't! I called you charity!" "Yes, but I didn't mind, and if I hadn't been charity, Elias Doane wouldn't 'a' found me, and I wouldn't be here goin' to take you home with me." "What!" said the old lady, looking up. "What'd you say, Drusilla?" "I said I'm goin' to take you home with me." "You are--you are--going to take me away from here--here where all the ladies'll laugh at me because I'm charity? But--but--Oh, I'll have to come back again even if you do take me, I'll have to come back again and be--Oh, I want to die--I'd rather _die!"_ Drusilla took the hands from the wrinkled face and held them in her own.