"I suppose we do."
"Don't be discouraged," she said cheerily, "it's a comfort to feel He has got us in hand."
"What do you call 'in hand'?" asked John.
"Not letting us go our own way unhindered."
"But that's just what I didn't want, Agnes; I wanted with all my heart to go His way, and yet I failed."
"Yes," said Agnes slowly; "and He knew that. But perhaps, John——"
"Say on."
"Perhaps—I don't know, I only guess by myself—perhaps you felt you were strong, and could stand alone."
Agnes glanced up with eyes that glittered with tears as they went up the steps beneath the deep portico.
John squeezed her arm, and they entered the church.