"Whatever has been done, has been done through me, and not by me," she replied humbly.
*****
It was a beautiful, clear day, when Alma, now Alma Cadman, entered her old home with George and Harold. The boy was in excellent spirits after seeing the wonderful world, and his constant, eager questions about what he had seen and heard, made the homecoming void of serious thought.
It was Alma's wish to keep the home untouched by any changes. George, quick to read her thoughts, knew that she lived much with Will's memory, and longed to keep the old surroundings.
George respected her devotion. It did not make her morbid, for Harold was her living joy, and in him she found her new thoughts and activities. Her fondness for George was as it always had been, and his companionship destroyed her loneliness, and she was able to smile and be happy once more.
Alma went eagerly from room to room, George and Harold following.
"Let the library be last," said George smiling.
"Why?" asked Alma surprised.
"My wedding present was to greet you on my return, was it not?"
"Just what I'm looking for," she replied laughing, though in reality not having thought of it until this moment.