Live greatly; so shalt thou acquire
Unknown capacities of joy.
—Coventry Patmore.
When the ladies reached their own room that night, Mildred began at once with something which was, evidently, uppermost in her mind.
“Aunt Janet, do you believe in special providences?”
“Do I not, dear! you know my life has been full of them.”
“Well, auntie, it seems absurd that every action of our lives should be interesting to Heaven, but I think I was sent to Granada as the great turning-point in my life.”
“Nothing very wonderful in that, if you believe that the hairs of our heads are all numbered, and that a sparrow does not fall to the ground without our Father’s knowledge. But what do you mean? Have you met your fate in the hero of Granada?”
“No, no! Nothing in the least romantic, but I have decided on my mission in life; you know I have been a long time on the look-out for it.”
“I always thought your mission, dear, was to make everyone the happier for having come in contact with you.”