"O Aunt! I am so miserable."
"Well, then, I have seen lately that you are never happy unless you are miserable."
"I have not heard from Richard, either yesterday or to-day."
"What is that! At your age I was very proud and satisfied with a love letter once in a fortnight. That's enough in all conscience."
"Two weeks! If Richard was so long silent it would kill me."
"Have you any more nonsense to talk?"
"Aunt, do not be cross with me. I thought you were as full of trouble as I am. Why else did you come here?"
"Partly to keep the doors of my lips shut, and partly to think. I am not full of trouble. I cannot do as I wish to do, but I have a Friend who does all things well. And, when it is my time to act, I shall be ready to act. Now go to your sleeping place and dream without care sitting on your heart; then in the morning you can rise with a clear, trusting soul, such as God loves."