Was I right?

by Mrs. O. F. Walton

"You did not doubt me then?"

"No, not at all," I said.

"Thank you."

There was a pause after this, and then he said gravely, "The chisel has been very busy since I saw you last."

"Yes," I said, "I was very sorry to hear of it."

"We must not be sorry," he said, gently; "for him it is great gain, and for me—"

"For you?" I asked, for he seemed as if he did not like to go on.

"For me, it is a hard bit of discipline; the Master Builder's tools have cut very deep, but it is all right. I ought not to be sorry, ought I?"

"I see what you mean," I said; "but are we not told to be 'sorrowful, yet always rejoicing?' Don't you think it is a comfort that the two are put together?"

"Yes," he said, thoughtfully, "I see; He does not blame us for being sorry, so long as we sorrow not as others which have no hope. 'Sorrowful, yet always rejoicing;' thank you so much for the thought."