Evan nodded. His eyes were full, but he spoke again quickly, winking away his tears with an effort.
"Lucia, you thought it was a great bother to come home to take care of us, didn't you?"
Lucia started and coloured.
"I only felt that for a very little while, Evan. God taught me better than that very soon."
"Well, you never guessed that you could help us so nicely to be good, did you?"
"No," said Lucia humbly.
"So you will not be so sorry now—"
"I am not sorry at all. I am very glad."
"I'm glad," responded Evan heartily. "I never thought how nice it would be to have the Lord Jesus for my very own Saviour."
So the last cloud rolled from Lucia's heart, and that day, as she sat on her favourite wall at the edge of the wood to watch the sunset, she could not but think over the past, and thank God for His kindness in saving her from herself.