knew what light-heartedness meant. But I've felt glad since yesterday—and I'm hopeful of something—and so I suppose I began singing."
"What made you glad?" he asked, leaning against the door of the barn and watching her more intently.
Elisabeth gave him a quick look.
"What you said at the chapel, sir," she replied. "I thought about it, and I think you're right, and so I was pleased, because I wanted to think it before, only I never could bring my mind to it."
"Oh," said Hepworth. "And what was it that I said—about forgiving those who sin against us?"
Elisabeth shook her head with a decided activity.
"No, sir, no! It's no use preaching that to me—saints might do it, but I can't. No—it was what you said about those who do wrong in secret, thinking that they will never be found out and that they will escape pun-
