"I don't know that I can define it better than belief and trust in
God," said Redbud.
These were the words which Verty had written on the paper.
The glance of the lawyer fell upon the young man's face, and from it passed to the innocent countenance of Redbud. She had evidently uttered the words without the least thought of the similarity.
"Humph," said the lawyer, frowning, "that is very fine, Miss; but suppose we cannot see anything to give us a very lively—faith, as you call it."
"Oh, but you may, sir!"
"How?"
"Everywhere there are evidences of God's goodness and mercy. You cannot doubt that."
A shadow passed over the rough face.
"I do doubt it," was on his lips, but he could not, rude as he was, utter such a sentence in presence of the pure, childlike girl.
"Humph," he said, with his habitual growl, "suppose a man is made utterly wretched in this world—"