There were plain little houses, with lights in cozy rooms, and children running in and out the door calling to one another. Their voices sounded distant in the clear atmosphere as if they stood beside her. The fragrance of a simple vegetable stew floated out appetizingly, reminding in some subtle way of the Sunday dinner at Macdonald’s, and strangely softening her heart toward these unknown dwellers in the humble homes.
She stumbled on, sometimes walking in the sand now, for she had strayed beyond the sidewalks and come to where there were mere paths along the edge of the road.
And now a little light sprang up in a tiny chapel, twinkling feebly, and spreading from window to window, till the whole little frame structure stood out like a toy church on a sandy plain, almost isolated save fo
