IT may be guessed that the breakfast at the little house was a very pleasant one.
"Though, after all," said Flora when they were alone together, "it seems to tie you up to the milling business, and I don't like that. I never can give up the idea of your being a physician."
"Please don't talk about it, Flossy!" said Eben. "If it is best, you may depend upon it the thing will be brought to pass, and if it is not best, I don't want it—at least, I don't wish to want it," he added, rather sadly, "and so I would rather not talk very much about it."
"I suppose that is the best way if one can bring one's mind to it," said Flora, rather reluctantly, "but I can't feel about those things as you do—that if it is best it will certainly come to pass."
"You believe in God's word, don't you?" asked Eben.
"Of course."
"Well, don't you remember what he says—that all things work together for good to them that love him, and that no good thing will he withhold from them that walk uprightly?"
"And you think that is meant for you?" said Flora, with a slight touch of sarcasm in her voice. "Don't you think that is taking a good deal on yourself?"
"I don't see why," answered Eben, simply. "I am sure that I do love him and try as well as I can to 'walk uprightly,' and I suppose his promises are as much to me as to any one else."
"I am not sure about using the Bible in that way. I think it is for general, and not for particular, application, as Mr. Smith said the other night."