woman's face was very beautiful as she said this.
"And did you find the road when it was lost?" asked Marjorie.
"Yes.
"But how did you happen to?" Marjorie's eyes were eager.
"It was this way," said the woman earnestly: "I knew that there used to be such a road, and so I knew that it must be somewhere, still. I had read about it in a book that I knew told the truth, and, too, I felt in my heart that it was so: and so I began to search, and search, and study the book, and search again—and at last I found it—and oh, I was so glad! So many children were struggling out there in the swamp, who were sure that there was a road, and who wanted, so much, to know where it was."
"And ever since then, you have been telling people, and helping them?"
"Yes," said her friend; ever since."
Marjorie patted her hand softly. "And did you show every one of all these, the way?"
"Yes."
"And don't you ever get tired?"
