But it was so terribly disappointing to be called away just as her enjoyment had seemed to be at its height.
And yet He knew that! Why was it that He allowed it then?
She put down her brush and leaned her chin on her hand, looking off into the country landscape dreamily. Why did He? echoed again and again. And there was no answer but the ceaseless melody of the birds as they rejoiced in the Father's sunshine.
[CHAPTER IV.]
UNDER THE ELMS.
"YOUR Father knoweth!"
Lucia raised her head suddenly. It seemed almost as if the waving breeze in the trees overhead had whispered the words audibly.
Then if He knew, why was it? Could she know too?
She thought of an earthly father—the very best and dearest she knew—and she wondered how he would do with his children.
He would take them a journey, and each day or each hour he would tell them which way to go and what he wanted them to do. The children would not question his wisdom or his love. The more unknown the way, the more they would trust him. They would trust and obey.