Then at rest from your fears, and the worst of your difficulties, go hand in hand into the work of life, with a firmer trust than ever in your Father's love.
And the Heavenly Father is always near at hand!
[CHAPTER XI.]
LOST ON THE COMMON.
"WHY, Bertha! I've been looking for you everywhere," exclaimed her cousin Norman, a little reproachfully, "Aunt Esther was quite in a fidget."
It was hot, and he had been sent out on the Common, and had been wandering about for an hour, calling and searching.
Bertha's eyes fell. She had not intended to set everybody hunting, she had only felt miserable, and had wanted to be alone.
She loved the Common, and was always allowed to go out at the back gate and wander about, so long as she kept in sight of home.
Norman threw himself on the grass in front of her; not that he felt particularly friendly, but because he was tired. So they sat in silence, till, a little rested, he raised his eyes to her woe-begone face.
"What's the matter?" he asked, bluntly.