"Of course I have, and you are pretty dense if you haven't! Why, a mole could see it!"
"Well, what is it?"
"I believe you know as well as I do."
"Of course I do; I haven't lived with her all these months for nothing."
"Then you tell me," said Phill.
"It is that God counts for something in Mrs. Waring's life," was the girl's straight answer.
"H'm," said Phill, "I suppose that's it."
"Yes," said Bessie, now quite brave once she had started, "and what she can't do, she leaves to Him, and knows it will be all right. You see, when once you get to that point, there's no need of flusters and worries."
The boy did not answer, but turned thoughtfully away.
Mrs. Marchant was not able to forget Phill's words; even when her resentment had worn off a little, they were there with haunting power.