“Yes; my father’s death for one. I know that was the greatest of all; though before that, death had snatched away from her a very dear and lovely little daughter,” said Harold.
“And she has had trials in other forms,” added Herbert. “Some persons would esteem it a very great trial to be called to choose between a difficult and dangerous surgical operation and certain, painful death from disease.”
“And she has had that trial?” asked Croly.
“Yes; and went through it bravely, trusting in the Lord to spare her life or take her to dwell with him in bliss forever.”
“She is a noble and lovely woman,” remarked Croly. “I never saw one whom I admired more.”
“Ah, you do not know half how sweet and good, and what a devoted Christian she—our beloved mother—is,” said Harold earnestly. “I thank God every day for giving me such a mother.”
“As I do,” said Herbert. “I often think if there is anything good in me, it is the result of my mother’s kind, wise, loving training.”