"Are you going to write another story, Beth?"
"Yes, I thought one out last fall. I shall write it as soon as I am rested."
"What is it—a love story?"
"Yes, it's natural to me to write of love; and yet—I have never been seriously in love."
May laughed softly.
"Do you know, I am beginning to long to love truly. I want to taste the deep of life, even if it brings me pain."
It was a momentary restlessness, and she recalled these words before long.
Mr. Perth joined them just then. He was going away for a week's holiday on the following day.
"I suppose you have a supply for Sunday," said Mrs. Perth.
"Yes, I have. I think he'll be a very good one. He's a volunteer missionary."