"They will say—"
"'Patient and cheery in trial was she,
Margaret brightened this house and me.'"
The tears ran over, but a rippling laugh rang out Sunnie's face was a picture of an April shower.
"Oh, you clever man!" she said. "How quick you make rhymes! Shall I tell Miss Desmond about the other Margarets?"
"Please do," said Jean.
She felt already keen pain when Sunnie's radiant spirits deserted her, if only for a moment, and longed to keep the sunshine for ever on her face.
"The first Margaret was a martyr," said Sunnie, with big eyes. "You will see her downstairs dressed like a Puritan. She was burned at a stake, because she wouldn't give up her Bible. The second one was a lovely lady. She is dressed in white satin and pearls, and she helped her husband to defend their castle against their enemies. The third is the old lady with white hair. She rode forty miles to see the king, and get a pardon for her son. And then comes my Margaret that I told you about. I like her best, because an old book says, 'Her hands were in God's.' And that's where I want mine to be."
Sunnie folded her own small hands and looked at them.
Dr. Fergusson looked at them too, then he said—
"With her hands in God's, and her heart at rest,
Perfectly sure that all's for the best."