“A shadow to look back upon, auntie, but a reality as we are going through with them day by day.”
“Ay! that’s true, my lassie, and a stern reality whiles. The comfort is that it is a’ ordered for us.”
Jean shook her head with a doubtful smile.
“Only it is not till afterward that we get the good of that knowledge.”
“And coming afterward it comes ower late, ye think, lassie. But bide ye still and see. And indeed no one need wait till afterwards to know the blessedness o’ just lying quiet in His hands. And ye needna wait a day for that, my dear bairn.”
If Jean had spoken, the tears must have come; so she rose and kissed her aunt silently, and then went away.