Chapter 26 No.26

At length I got unto the gladsome hill,

Where lay my hope;

Where lay my heart; and, climbing still,

When I had gained the brow and top,

A lake of brackish waters on the ground,

Was all I found.

-GEORGE HERBERT.

Late in the evening of the same snowy 24th of December, a little daughter awoke to life at Abbotstoke Grange, and, not