"Of course I should. But if it would have been better for the meadow to have been where you wished it, it would have been there, no doubt about that."
"Do you think, then, that whatever is, is best? But I don't see how you can. I didn't have any breakfast this morning. Mother said I was in one of my tantrums. Suppose I was; but I can tell you it wasn't the best thing for me."
"Perhaps it just was; but I cannot say positively about your affairs, because I don't know that you come under the same list as mistress does."
"What list is that?"
"The list of Christians. You know 'whatever is is best' for them. Perhaps it doesn't seem so at the first, but God makes it so sooner or later."
"He doesn't do so, then, for everybody?"
"No, I don't think so; I can't see how they can expect Him to."
"It's a bad look-out for me, then, Mrs. Colston," and the girl looked her frankly in the face. "I often wish I were a Christian; but there, I never shall be."
"Why not, Bessie, dear? Tell me what is your difficulty."
"I can't give up my nonsense and fun; it's no good, I couldn't be serious like Mrs. Waring is for anything. And then," dropping her voice, "mother would never believe I was trying to be good, no, not if I tried like an archangel."