At Home in Mitford, Page 48

  He closed the folder in his lap.

  “Go in new life,” came unbidden to his mind.

  He felt as if he were emerging from a long, narrow hallway, from a cocoon, perhaps. He felt a weight lifting off his shoulders as the little plane lifted its gleaming wings over the fields.

  Go in new life with Christ, he said silently, wondering at the strangely familiar thought.

  Go, and be as the butterfly.