The Making of a Minister 1g

prayer of thankfulness,’ she whispered to him
when they were taking a final glance at the old
home.

In the bare room they called the house, the
little minister and his mother went on their
knees, but, as it chanced, their last word there
was not addressed to God.

“Gavin,” Margaret whispered as he took her
arm, “do you think this bonnet sets me?”’