She was still in bed, but looking better. Just now her eyes were red with weeping, and Dr. Arundel sat down by her side, and took her hand in silence.
Ada tried to rouse herself; and quietly wiped away her tears. Her father bent down and kissed her, saying kindly, "Is anything special troubling you, my dear?"
"It is, papa, that she can never know—"
"I think she will, dear; and I have been thinking, too, of the best way of being sure she will know."
"How?" asked Ada, checking her sobs.
"By helping to bring all whom she loved to be stars in her Saviour's crown."
"Oh, papa, I feel as if I should never do anything again! Life is worth nothing without her."
Dr. Arundel paused; he seemed unable to answer, and a heavy, heavy sigh escaped him; but after a minute he said:
"Ada, I am afraid that is a very rebellious thought. Shall we receive good at the hand of the Lord, and shall we not receive evil?"
"Oh, I can't, papa," said Ada bitterly.