Cragmore's passionate exclamation that day on the train came back to him: "O, my friend, if you could only see my Savior as he has been revealed to me!"
Then he seemed to hear Lessing's voice as they paced back and forth in front of the tent, arm in arm in the darkness.
"Of a truth you can not understand these things, unless you be born again—be born of the Spirit, into a realm of spiritual knowledge you have never yet even dreamed of. Winged life is latent in the worm, even while it has no conception of any existence higher than the cabbage-leaf it crawls upon. But how is it possible for it to conceive of flight until it has passed through some change that bursts the chrysalis and provides the wings?"
The silence was growing oppressive. David shook his head, rose, and slowly walked out of the room.
"Sister," said Jack, a few days after, as she wheeled him homeward from the office at noon-time, "Mr. Herschel keeps teasing me all the time about something I said once about preaching to the Jews. He brings it up so often, that if he doesn't look out I'll begin on him sure enough."
Whatever answer Bethany might have made was interrupted by Miss Caroline, who met them as they turned a corner.
"Do tell!" she exclaimed in surprise. "You were in my mind just this minute. I wondered if I might not chance to meet you."
"Where have you been, Aunt Carrie?" asked Jack, seeing that she carried several small parcels.