a little way. You see, I do so much need a hand-clasp."
"And is that the only reason?"
"No," said Marjorie, "It might happen that the next to come, will be weaker than I am, instead of stronger, and the way seem darker and harder even than to me,—or he might even be uncertain that this is the right way, and then my hand might be of use, you know. I am trying to be ready either way;—and either way will make me stronger, and give me courage, and heart and energy."
Just then the clouds seemed to break away a little, so that it was not quite so dark; and Marjorie saw, seated upon a boulder at the side of the trail, a little girl, who was smiling and her eyes shining. As Marjorie drew near, the little girl held out both hands to her. "I am so glad you came," she said.
Marjorie took the hands, but she did not speak;—the lump in her throat was so very big, and the bonds she was wearing were cutting so!—and she could only
