She took up two letters from Brother Johnson and Brother Hallock. They were filled with sympathy and good advice.
In a few weeks they would be through with their country work and be living in New York.
How she longed to see them! Religious longings had grown within her since the tragic death of her husband.
She answered both letters slowly, asking many questions and requesting answers. She was in that nervous condition which makes one feel that not one minute of life can be lost, and every problem must be immediately solved.
As she was folding up these letters, the maid announced a caller.
"I can't see any one yet," said Venna, shrinking from the outside world.
"The lady told me to give you this card, and you might make an exception."
Venna took the card. "May a friend of Brother Hallock's see you a few minutes?" was informally written.
"I will see her," said Venna.
A short, stout woman entered the room and held out a friendly hand to Venna as she came forward.