Follow the sunshine. I think it guides us truly, for a pure kind heart
can not mistake fleeting gaiety for lasting joys like you and I have
had. So wherever your journey of joy may take you, follow it and be
assured that I am smiling at you in the sunshine."
Carol stayed with him after that, sitting very quietly, speaking
softly, in the subdued way that had developed from her youthful
buoyance, always quick to smile reassuringly and adoringly when he
looked at her, always ready to look hopefully to the sunny slopes when
his finger pointed.
CHAPTER XXIV
THE END
In a low hammock beneath the maples Carol lay, pale and slender,
dressed in a soft gown of creamy white, with a pink rose at her belt.
Through an open window she could see her father at his desk up-stairs.
Often he came to the window, waving a friendly greeting that told how
glad he was to have her in the family home again. And she could see
Aunt Grace in the kitchen, energetically whipping cream for the apple
pie for dinner--"Carol always did love apple pie with whipped cream."
Julia was digging a canal through the flower bed a dozen steps away.
And close at her side sat Lark, the sweet, old, precious twin, who
could not attend to the farm a single minute now that Carol was at home
once more.
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