"How is Mrs. Larkum, to-day?"
"Pretty low, I am sorry to say. The doctor says she needs beef-tea and wine."
"It's easy for doctors to prescribe."
"He thinks she might come around if she had proper nourishment. But we are in the Lord's hands," he added patiently.
"Yes, and I guess the Lord has sent one of His ravens to look after you. Not that Miss Selwyn looks like a raven—she's more like a lily."
"Is Miss Selwyn here?" he asked, turning around eagerly.
"Yes, I reached home last evening. I am sorry to find you in such trouble."
"The Lord knows what is best for us. I want nothing but what He wills for me. If pain, and poverty come, they are His evangels, and should I dare to repine?"
"Perhaps He has seen that you are patient under severity, and He may send comfort now."
"My Father is rich and wise, therefore I am content; for I know His kindness is without limit."