Her calm, happy approval closed Eliza's lips in a desperate silence.
"I must rush back to my hostesses," said Phil. "Hurrah for us, Eliza. I'll go to every boat to meet Jennie."
He started across the field on a long, swinging run.
"Splendid boy," mused Mrs. Wright, aloud, looking after him.
Eliza had sunk on the bench, dumb.
"Now, then," her friend turned to her; "see how you've helped him."
Eliza's eyes snapped. "Do you mean to say," she retorted, speaking fast and defiantly, "that if I hadn't gone over to Mrs. Fabian's and given her the dishes, he wouldn't 'a' found that chicken-house?"
Mrs. Wright smiled and shook her head.
"There's only one thing I know, Eliza," she said with deliberation, "and that is that Love is Omnipotence, and that in every problem we mortals have the choice of looking down into error and discord, or up into Truth and Harmony."