“I hardly know, sir. It has always seemed to me I should like to be a lawyer. Yet it must be pleasant, as you say, to make people better.”
“I hope you will always think so, Marston,” and Mr. Kirby gathered some wild flowers. “They will remind us of the walk. Flowers have the happy power of always calling our best thoughts to the surface.”
“It would seem your best thoughts are always there, Mr. Kirby.”
“On the contrary, my best thoughts are sometimes out of sight entirely. I have to be very watchful over myself. I am too readily given to despondency, and not willing to trust and be bright and cheerful when it looks dark and lowering.”
“Is it our duty always to be bright and glad?” I asked.
“I think so, Marston.”
“But if every thing goes wrong with us?”
“Every thing cannot go wrong with us, if we love and trust the Saviour, for he has said that all things shall work together for our good.”
“That is what mother used to say. I always wondered how she could.”
“Because she trusted him, and this trust made her cheerful and happy.”