"Yes, dearest Tom; we all feel it so, and then, as you say, we find our only consolation is under the covert of His wings—
"'He shall cover thee with His feathers; and under His wings shalt thou trust.'"
"School's over for three weeks!" exclaimed Ada, bursting in, and throwing a bag of books on the table.
"What a noise, Ada," said Isabel.
Ada turned round sharply, and told Isabel—"It did not matter to her."
Isabel said, "It did; we were having a talk, and did not want to be interrupted."
"All right," said Ada, "I'll make myself scarce." With which sharp words, she hastened from the room.
"Isabel, dear!" said Nellie. "I wish you would not vex Ada."
"Well, Nellie; she is so hasty. I only made the remark that she did make a noise."
"Quite true," said Nellie; "but the truth is not always pleasant, and you are younger than she."