"'Thy way, not mine, O Lord,
However dark it be;
Lead me by Thine own Hand,
Choose out the path for me.'"
There was a short impressive silence after Mrs. Knight had ceased speaking, broken at length by Stella.
"I want to ask you something very particular, please, aunt—at least I want you to ask uncle for something for me."
"What is that something?" with an encouraging smile.
"Money. I want some money."
"Have you not everything you require?" in accents of surprise.
"Oh, yes! I have plenty of pocket-money for myself; it is for some one else."