"He will have to eat breakfast somewhere; but perhaps he expects to take a late breakfast on the fish he has caught. Mother, Linnet and I are to be little girls, and go berrying."
"Only be happy, children; that's all I want," returned Mrs. West, her voice breaking.
While Marjorie fried the fish for breakfast her mother went to her chamber to kneel down and give thanks.
XXVII.
ANOTHER WALK AND ANOTHER TALK.
"We are not to lead events but to follow them."—Epictetus.
Marjorie was so happy that she trembled with the joy of it. The relief from her burden, at times, was almost harder to bear than the burden itself. She sang all day hymns that were the outpouring of her soul in love to Christ.
"What a child you are, Marjorie," her mother said one day. "You were as doleful as you could be, and now you are as happy as a bird."
"Do you remember what Luther says?"
"Luther says several wise and good things."