She had thought her future was to be spent there, and now
where would her path be guided?
"Thou knowest, Lord," she said faintly.
CHAPTER XI.
_LOVE._
In the soft flush of the following spring Beth returned to the parsonage
at Briarsfield. It was so nice to see the open country again after the
city streets. Mr. Perth met her at the station just as the sun was
setting, and there was a curious smile on his face. He was a little
silent on the way home, as if he had something on his mind; but
evidently it was nothing unpleasant. The parsonage seemed hidden among
the apple-blossoms, and Mrs. Perth came down the walk to meet them,
looking so fair and smiling, and why--she had something white in her
arms! Beth bounded forward to meet her.
"Why, May, where did you--whose baby?" asked Beth, breathless and
smiling.
"Who does she look like?"
The likeness to May Perth on the little one-month-old face was
unmistakable.
"You naughty puss, why didn't you tell me when you wrote?"
"Been keeping it to surprise you," said Mr. Perth. "Handsome baby, isn't
it? Just like her mother!"
"What are you going to call her?"
"Beth." And May kissed her fondly as she led her in.
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