‘You believe that, Pawliney?’
‘Yes, yes, I know it, father.’
And her voice rang out triumphantly in another stanza:—
‘“Judge not the Lord by feeble sense,
But trust Him for His grace:
Behind a frowning providence
He hides a smiling face.”’
Chapter X
The Angel of Patience
‘Here’s the mortgage money, Pawliney,’ said Stephen, as he handed her a roll of bank-notes. ‘It’s not due for a month yet, but I’ll be away for a week at the Bend, and if father gets hold of it he’ll take it to make matches of, as like as not. You’d better stow it away somewheres till the time comes.’
‘Very well, Stephen, I’ll put it in my strong box, and carry the key in my pocket. You won’t be away at the Bend any longer than you can help, Stephen? It’s such a comfort to have you in the house.’
They were standing by the light waggon, which Lemuel had brought round from the barn, ready for Stephen’s journey.