But Black Brady had done his work very thoroughly, and she was still diligently scrubbing at it with an inadequate piece of cambric when she heard steps behind her, and wheeling round, found herself confronted by Garth himself.
His eyes rested indifferently and without surprise upon the chalked-up words, then turned to Sara's face inquiringly.
“Why are you doing that?” he asked. “Is—cleaning gates the latest form of war-work?”
Sara, her face scarlet, answered reluctantly.
“I didn't want you to see it.”
A curious expression flashed into his eyes.
“I saw it—two hours ago.”
“And you left it there?”—with amazement.
“Why not? It's true, isn't it?”
And in that moment the long struggle in Sara's heart ended, and she answered out of the fullness of the faith that was in her.