"Yes, I think I could; but then it's your secret as well as mine."
"Never mind whose else it is, tell it me, there's a dear."
"It's only this—that I know the Lord is always with me, and that in His hands things are sure to come right—could not help but be, He's so clever and good. So why shouldn't I be calm?"
"You say 'in His hand things are sure to be right,' but so often I say to myself, 'How can He make my tangle right?' He cannot make sin come right."
"There's your mistake, dear heart," exclaimed Nanna. "He can! He can! He can make the wrong you've suffered work out splendid things in your character, and help you to do things you would never have force enough to do if you'd had a smooth life. And He's doing it now, now! So rest on that, you poor, tired child. Now tell me about Mr. Black, will you?"
Phebe gave a little sigh of relief. "I had almost forgotten about it. It will almost take away your breath, so be prepared."
"Stop one minute," said Nanna, "let me ask one question. Is it something you approve of?"
"Yes, quite."
"All right, then, nothing whatever can take away my breath now."
"Don't be quite so sure about it. What do you say to him showing me how I can have two thousand pounds paid to me this week?"