"Yes, he does," replied the doctor. "But, Mabel, he sometimes makes use of us in doing it. Perhaps your anxieties and your fears for your pupil made you more careful to explain the truth and make the way to Christ plain. Do you know, I think that motto a particularly happy thought, if they only get the sentiment into their hearts?"
Here their ways parted, and Mabel went home with a lighter heart than she had carried for many days, she had been so anxious for her pupil.
It was Saturday evening, a month after the accident. Mr. Trafton answered a ring at the door, and found it was young Golden, who had brought a basket of grapes for the invalid.
"Come in and present them yourself. Henry will be glad to see you," said Mr. Trafton.
"Thank you, I will."
Henry was now able to take a half-sitting posture, propped up by pillows, and was allowed to receive his friends. The three chatted cheerfully, even gaily, for some time. At length Mr. Golden turned to Henry.
"Well, I suppose you won't be ready to drive a party of us out to the lake to-morrow?"
The boy's cheeks flushed a little as he replied, smiling—
"Hardly."
The young man continued, turning now to Mr. Trafton—