"As it has out of mine, I hope," continued the mother, the big tears rolling down her cheeks.
"I am now sensible that the feelings I have indulged against some persons—the Lelands principally—were most unchristian, and I hope the Lord has helped me to put them away. It has been hard for us to see strangers occupying our dear old home; and yet it was certainly no fault of theirs that we were compelled to give it up."
"That is all true," Elsie said, "I think I can understand both your feelings and theirs, but they are dear good Christian people, and I assure you bear you no ill-will."
"Ah, is that so? I am told Leland has not really gone North, as was supposed, but has returned to the plantation since—since the coming of the troops."
"He has, and is nearly recovered from his wound."
"He was wounded, then?"
"Yes, pretty badly."
"And was in hiding somewhere; and his wife staying on alone with her children and servants? I wonder she had the courage."
"She put her trust in the Lord, as I believe both you and I do, my dear
Mrs. Foster; and he has not failed her."
Mrs. Foster mused sadly for a moment. "I have felt hard to her," she murmured at length, in low, trembling tones; "and she a Christian, whom I should love for the Master's sake, and it was quite natural for her to—defend her husband and children. I should have done the same for mine."