Sit and _sing_ my life away.
This is more than life to me,
Lovely, mournful Calvary."

It was so, all day. She went to the afternoon service; she listened to
Dr. Fowler's sermon, not as she had ever listened to one before; the
sermon for the first time was for her. When people listen for
_themselves_, there is a difference. She felt fed and strengthened; she
joined in the singing as her voice had never joined before; they were
singing about _her_ Saviour. Then she went back to her tent.

"I am not going to-night," she said to the girls. "I am full, I want
nothing more to-day."

"Preached out, I declare!" said Eurie. "Are you going to write out your
report for the paper? I wouldn't, Marion. I would go to the meeting. I
am going."

"No," said Marion in answer to the question, and smiling at the thought.
How strange it would seem to her to spend _this_ Sabbath evening thus.
How many had she so spent!

"I am glad to-morrow is the last day," she said, sinking into a chair;
"I want to go home."

And Flossy and Ruth looked at each other, and sighed. How well these
girls understood one another! Why can't people be frank and speak so
that they can be understood?

Suppose Marion had said: "No, I am _not_ going to write my report, I am