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Here a little girl stirred in her seat, and her mother leaned forward and shook her, with alarming energy. “I never was so hard with Mary L. afore,” she explained the next day, “but I was as nervous as a witch. I thought, if I heard a pin drop, I should scream.”

“I dunno how long I set there,” went on Hannah Prime, “but byme-by it begun to come over me how still the lake was. ‘Twas like glass; an’ way over where it runs in ‘tween them islands, it burnt like fire. Then I looked up a little further, to see what kind of a sky there was. ‘T was light green, with clouds in it, all fire, an’ it begun to seem to me as if it was a kind o’ land an’ water up there–like our’n, on’y not solid. I set there an’ looked at it; an’ I picked out islands, an’ ma’sh-land, an’ p’ints running out into the yeller-green sea. An’ everything grew stiller an’ stiller. The loons struck up, down on the lake, with that kind of a lonesome whinner; but that on’y made the rest of it seem quieter. An’ it begun to grow dark all ’round me. I dunno ‘s I ever noticed before jest how the dark comes. It sifted down like snow, on’y you couldn’t see it. Well, I set there, an’ I tried to keep stiller an’ stiller, like everything else. Seemed as if I must. An’ pretty soon I knew suthin’ was walkin’ towards me over the lot. I kep’ my eyes on the sky; for I knew ‘t would break suthin’ if I turned my head, an’ I felt as if I couldn’t bear to. An’ It come walkin’, walkin’, without takin’ any steps or makin’ any noise, till It come right up ‘side o’ me an’ stood still. I didn’t turn round. I knew I mustn’t. I dunno whether It touched me; I dunno whether It said anything–but I know It made me a new creatur’. I knew then I shouldn’t be afraid o’ things no more–nor sorry. I found out ‘t was all right. ‘I’m glad I’m alive,’ I said. ‘I’m thankful!’ Seemed to me I’d been dead for the last twenty year. I’d come alive.

“An’ so I set there an’ held my breath, for fear ‘twould go. I dunno how long, but the moon riz up over my left shoulder, an’ the sky begun to fade. An’ then it come over me ‘t was goin’. I knew ‘t was terrible tender of me, an’ sorry, an’ lovin’, an’ so I says, ‘Don’t you mind; I won’t forgit!’ An’ then It went. But that broke suthin’, an’ I turned an’ see my own shadder on the grass; an’ I thought I see another, ‘side of it. Somehow that scairt me, an’ I jumped up an’ whipped it home without lookin’ behind me. Now that’s my experience,” said Hannah Prime, looking her neighbors again in the face, with dauntless eyes. “I dunno what ‘t was, but it’s goin’ to last. I ain’t afraid no more, an’ I ain’t goin’ to be. There ain’t nuthin’ to worry about. Everything’s bigger’n we think.” She folded her shawl more closely about her and moved toward the door. There she again turned to her neighbors.

“Good-night!” she said, and was gone.

They sat quite still until the tread of her feet had ceased its beating on the dusty road. Then, by one consent, they rose and moved slowly out. There was no prayer that night, and “Lord dismiss us” was not sung.