“Such things are meant to be. If we trust to God we surely shall have release from our difficulties. That is just as sure as the day follows the night,” declared Wyn, with simple, straight-forward faith.
“And just see how it is proved in this case. You were in trouble, and sat here crying, and needed somebody to help you. And I came along perfectly willing and able to help you, and you are going to be helped.”
“I am helped!” declared Polly. “You just put the courage back into me. I didn’t know what to do—”
“Do you know any better now?” demanded Wyn, quickly.
“We–ell, I—”
“That doesn’t sound as though you had quite made up your mind,” said Wyn, with a little laugh.
“Never mind. I can stand even going back home with my hands empty, better than before I met you,” declared Polly, bravely.
“But you won’t go back home empty-handed.”
“Oh, Wyn! Can you get me work?”
“No, not here. Nor do I believe you ought to leave your father alone up there for so long. I expect he is not very well yet?”