"Marjorie, dear," Morris' mother said, "can you not feel that God loves you?"
"I know he does," she replied, bursting into tears; "but I don't love him."
In August of this summer Captain Will was loading in Portland for Havana. She was ready for sea, but the wind was ahead. After two days of persistent head wind Saturday night came, and it was ahead still. Captain Will rushed ashore and hurried out to Linnet. He would have one Sunday more at home.
Annie was spending a week in Middlefield, and Linnet was alone. She had decided not to go home, but to send for Marjorie; and was standing at the gate watching for some one to pass, by whom she might send her message, when Will himself appeared, having walked from the train.
Linnet shouted; he caught her in his arms and ran around the house with her, depositing her at last in the middle of the grass plat in front of the house.
"One more Sunday with you, sweetheart! Have you been praying for a head wind?"
"Suppose I should pray for it to be ahead as long as we live!"
"Poor little girl! It's hard for you to be a sailor's wife, isn't it?"
"It isn't hard to be your wife. It would be hard not to be," said demonstrative Linnet.
"You are going with me next voyage, you have promised."