On the way home from the church he talked a little about her vacation: when it came, how long it lasted, what she would do with it. Just as they reached home he said, "I hope you will pray for me, _my friend_!"
There was something wonderful in the way he said that word "friend." It thrilled her through and through as she stood beside the road and watched him speed away into the evening.
"My friend! I hope you will pray for me, _my friend_!" It sang a glory-song down in her heart as she turned to go in with the vivid glory of the sunset on her face.