Lilac Spring. Ruth Morren Axtell

right. More than all right!

      Thank You, Lord, oh, thank You, Lord!

      She stayed on the veranda until Silas was out of sight over the rise in the road. She brought the shawl up over her mouth, hugging herself with it, reliving the feel of his lips against her mouth, their softness and warmth.

      It was a sign, a definite sign, that she and Silas were meant for each other.