Was it a miracle just for her?
That was the east; it had been the east ever since she was born; it had been the east ever since the the world was made; and it was the sun.
It was nothing to see the full moon in the east; the last time she went driving with Miss Marion and Mr. Roger they saw the full moon in the east and he talked about it. This was not the full moon.
“Mrs. Evans, Mrs. Evans, quick, quick,” she called, excitedly, fearing that her miracle would vanish.
Hurried steps crossed the new kitchen and Mrs. Evans appeared.
“What is it, child? Don’t wake Nettie.”
“Look,” said Judith, with the dignity of a youthful prophetess, pointing to the apparition; “see the sun in the east in the afternoon.”
Mrs. Evans stepped up the plank, and looked. It was the sun in the east in the afternoon.
“Well, I declare!” ejaculated Mrs. Evans, “that does beat all I ever saw. Where did it come from? How could it get there?” Startled, she turned, and toward the west, there was the big, round sun shining in all his glory.
“Oh, I see,” with a breath of relief; “I thought the world must be coming to an end. It is the reflection. Look, don’t you see? the sun is opposite the window. But it is a wonderful sight. I wish it would stay until I could call the neighbors in.”