Last of all walked Aaron. With bent head and slow musingness of step, he came to his home. I met him at the entrance. "Are you tired with preaching, Aaron?" I asked. He looked up, at my unusual accost; and I think there must have been somewhat unwonted about me, he looked at me so long. "No," he said, "I've had a pleasant field to-day: there are violets, even in my pathways, Anna."