“Well, after all, mother,” I said, presently, “some good has come of that wretched journey of mine.”
“All things work together for good if we will let them,” said she.
“Then,” said the gentleman, “there is a divinity that shapes our ends, rough hew them how we may.”
“Yes,” said my mother; “and that divinity is in our own hearts—there's the wonderful thing about it.”
CHAPTER X.—THE CONTINUATION OF THE BATTLE
