"Your father has already written for Cyril to come home to see his long-lost brothers," she said, "but Ada we can hardly hope to see for a year or two yet."
"Is she happy?" he asked.
"Very happy in her chosen work, as well as in her husband and two sweet children."
"Dear girl," he murmured, "I trust she will have many stars in her crown of rejoicing. You too, mother. What a good work you have done in training her for hers."
"To God be all the glory," she said; "without His blessing all my teachings would have availed nothing. And greatly as I miss my dear daughter, I feel that He has highly honored me in making me the mother of a devoted missionary of the cross.
"Ah, Rupert, you have had an opportunity to do a like work for the Master while an involuntary dweller among a heathen people."
She looked at him inquiringly as she spoke.
"Yes," he said, "and I made some effort to improve it. I told the old, old story to all whom I could get to listen, and sometimes I thought their hearts were touched. I trust the seed sown may some day spring up and bring forth fruit, though I shall know nothing of it till we meet before the great white throne.
"There was one—an old man, who was ill a long while, dying of consumption—of whom I have strong hope.