there was a God. But that's not saying He's not to be found if you really hunt for Him."
"'If with all your hearts ye truly seek me, ye shall ever surely find me,' " said Mr. Fowler quietly.
Judith gave him a quick look. "That isn't the kind of a God we young folks are looking for," she said.
"What is your idea?" asked Mr. Fowler.
Judith lifted her chin.
"A fire mist and a planet,
A crystal and a cell,
A jelly-fish and a saurian
And caves where cave-men dwell.
Then a sense of law and beauty,
And a face turned from the clod,
Some call it Evolution
And others call it God."
There was quiet in the warm, homely kitchen. Douglas watched Judith with his heart in his eyes.
Elijah Nelson cleared his throat. "Nevertheless, Judith," he said, "this is a fair warning that I'm going to put the Book of Mormon into Lost Chief."
Judith flushed, her lips tightened, and she walked deliberately around the table and took the preacher's hand. "Come, Mr. Fowler, let's go home with Douglas and get to work!"
Douglas drew a long breath.
The preacher rose with alacrity. "Where shall we go?" he asked.
Douglas answered. "To Peters until I can rebuild the cabin."
Elijah Nelson smiled grimly.
"Let's get started!" urged Judith.
The breakfast party broke up. The men went out to attend to the horses. Judith and Mrs. Nelson turned to the dishes. Douglas from the corral watched the back-
