You're the golden link
that began our chain of happiness."
"Quite right--quite right--" Aunt Janice agreed heartily, almost
overcome herself. "But now it's bedtime, so let us first of all thank
our heavenly Father for our happiness and then go to bed. We all need a
refreshing sleep."
For a few minutes they all listened devoutly as Aunt Janice read the
Twenty-third Psalm, after which they joined her in prayer and in the
singing of the doxology. Then bidding Aunt Janice a hasty good-night,
tired out with the day's adventure, the Merediths trooped away to enjoy
the great blessing of sleep and rest.
CHAPTER VIII
THE STORY OF THE TOWER ROOM
Tell us a story, please tell us a story, Aunt Janice!"
"A story, Janey? . . . . What shall it be about?"
"About the old castle in the long ago," Beth hastened to beg, for she
too, dearly loved the story hour.
The quiet moment seemed to have at last arrived, as they all gathered
together on the broad veranda, in the twilight.
The old lady smiled. "A story of long ago! It seems I shall hardly know
just where to begin; in the long ago, there used to be merry parties,
but--" just there she paused, and linked it up with the present--"now
since you young people have come, it seems more as it did then."
Aunt Janice's face was thoughtful, and for a few moments no one
interrupted the thread of her thoughts.
Outside the twilight deepened, and the stars began to shine down through
the rustling trees, in the garden.
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