"Yes; but things are so difficult to decide, and I am so disappointed in myself."
"You thought you were so much stronger than you find yourself?"
"Yes; and John looks up to me, and I hoped I should be a help to him; and instead I've done nothing but find out that I'm no good at all."
"I suppose you are rather tired of gazing in the looking-glass, then?" said Aunt Phyllis quaintly.
"Auntie?"
"I'd look towards the sky next, if I were you!" she added, smiling, as she got up to go and fetch some work.
Agnes was left alone; and she glanced first in the fire, and then at the mirror above her head, and then her eyes wandered to the window.
"I see!" she exclaimed, a light breaking over her downcast face; "I'm to look off to Jesus; that's what auntie means!"
That morning Agnes had passed through some of those little difficulties which so often arise in daily life.
First the housemaid had accosted her with the ominous words, "Please, miss, could I speak to you?" and had thereupon given her a month's notice.