And on the last day, Bernal had said, "Nance, you remember when we were both sorry you couldn't be born again—a boy? Well, from what the old gentleman says, one learns in time to bow to the ways of an inscrutable Providence. I dare say he's right. I can see reasons now, my girl, why it was well that you were not allowed to meddle with Heaven's allotment of your sex. I'm glad you had to remain a girl."
One compliment pleased her. The other made her tremble, though she laughed at it.
CHAPTER IV
A Few Letters
(From Bernal Linford to the Reverend Allan Delcher.)
Dear Grandfather: The college year soon ends; also my course. I think you hoped I wouldn't want again to talk of those matters. But it isn't so. I am primed and waiting, and even you, old man, must listen to reason. The world of thought has made many revolutions since you shut yourself into that study with your weekly church paper. So be ready to hear me.
Affectionately,
BERNAL LINFORD.
(From the Reverend Allan Delcher to Bernal Linford.)
"Lo, this only have I found, that God hath made man upright, but they have sought out many inventions." I am sending you a little book.