'No, I was forgetting them. If anything happens to me, or it I should miss Howel on my way, I want him to have this packet of letters. In them, I have told him that I wish Minette to remain here with you and mother; I have said a great deal to him, but mostly to beg him to forgive me, as I forgive him, all our unkindness to one another. Was that right, Gladys?'
'Quite right, love. We must forgive, as we hope to be forgiven.'
'Father and mother have forgiven me. Do you think my heavenly Father has?'
'Yes, I do; because you have repented, and "come to your Father," and asked forgiveness for His Son's sake.'
'I have, Gladys; so I can go on my journey cheerfully.'
Gladys could scarcely refrain from tears, when she thought of the journey she was really travelling.
'I know you have forgiven me, Gladys, for all I said of you when you came here first. Strange that I should have been willing to leave you in the barn, or anywhere, to die; you who have done so much for me! Oh, Gladys!'
'Don't think of those times, Netta, dear; they are past, thank God.'
Here the door opened, and Owen appeared, his face beaming with a happiness that it did all around him good to see.
'What! tears! both of you! Only a week married!' he said, half playfully, half reproachfully, as he kissed, alternately, his wife and sister, and finally, sat down by the side of the former.