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“Gavin, Gavin,” Margaret said many times in those last days at Glasgow, “to think it has all come true!”

“Let the last word you say in the house be a 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?”

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