Ah! This was the theme of Elizabeth Rose's rejoicing as she gave praise to Him who throughout her chequered pathway had never once failed her.
All too rapidly the holidays flew away, and Mrs. Wilfrid and her family once more returned to York House.
It was the twilight hour, and the children in their spacious play-room were amusing themselves contentedly.
The baronet, with Matthew and his daughter-in-law Elizabeth, sat talking beside the dining-room fire.
"The house seems a different place, Elizabeth," said Sir Matthew gently, "since you have come to us."
She smiled brightly as she replied, calling him by the name which he loved best to hear—
"Dear father, you are very, very good to us. I only trust that we shall never disappoint you."
"There is little fear of that, my child," he answered. "God has bestowed upon you 'good' children, and they have rich blessing in their mother.
"I came across some lines the other day," he added, after a little pause, "which made me think of you."
"What were they?" she said, smiling through a mist of happy tears.