E-text prepared by Roy Brown
There is no road, though rough and steep,
Without an end at last,
And every rock upon the way
By patience can be passed.
There are few human hearts too hard
For gentleness to win;
Somewhere a hidden chink appears
Where love may enter in.
| I. | UNWELCOME NEWS |
| II. | THE PARSONAGE |
| III. | THE ARRIVAL |
| IV. | THE NEW HOME |
| V. | SUNDAY |
| VI. | LOSING HOLD OF THE BRIDLE |
| VII. | THE RED HOUSE |
| VIII. | UP THE PEAK |
| IX. | A DAY TO BE REMEMBERED |
| X. | ON THE LAKE |
| XI. | HOPES FULFILLED |
| XII. | WEARY DAYS |
| XIII. | LUCY FINDS THE KEY |
| XIV. | A GREAT CHANGE |
| XV. | THE WEDDING |
| XVI. | FIVE YEARS AFTER |
It was the prettiest homestead in all the township, everybody said,and it had the prettiest name. It stood a mile or so beyondPendlepoint on the farther side of the river, from which it wasseparated by a broad meadow, where in the summer time the sleek kinestood udder-deep in cowslips and clover.
It was a long, low, comfortable-looking house, hidden by lovelycreeping plants, and sheltered at the back by the old elm trees inthe paddock, and at the front by the apple trees in the orchard.Perhaps it was because it had such a snug, cosy, restful look aboutit that it had been queerly christened Thankful Rest. The landadjoining the homestead was rich and fertile, and brought in everyyear