"It does seem as if there must be a mistake somewhere. Still, the truth is the truth, and I believe in telling it, even if the Heavens fall. This matter is all in the hands of Providence, Winnie, and I believe you got into trouble simply by thinking that you knew better than Providence, and that the world could not move on without you."
"I must say you are rather hard on me, Tib, but perhaps you are right. Do you suppose that if I hand the tangle I have made right to God, he will take it from my hands and straighten it out for me? I should think He would have nothing more to do with it, or with me."
"That is not the way our mothers behave when we get our work into a snarl."
This last remark comforted her. She laid her head upon my shoulder and prayed:
"Dear Heavenly Father, I have done wrong, and everything has gone wrong. Help me henceforth to do right, and wilt Thou make everything turn out right. For thy dear Son's sake, I ask it. Amen."
Then trustfully she fell asleep, her conscience relieved of a great weight, and with faith in a power beyond her own.
CHAPTER VIII.
THE ELDER BROTHER AND MRS. HALSEY'S STRANGE STORY.
