"Oh yes!" I said.
"Did they tell you that 'the Lord is good; a stronghold in the day of trouble; and he knoweth them that trust in Him?'"
"Oh yes," I said, looking up at her in surprise. "How did you know?"
For all answer, Miss Cardigan folded her two arms tight about me and kissed me with earnest good will.
"But they told me something else," I said, struggling to command myself;—"they told me that I had not 'trusted in Him.'"
"Ah, my bairn!" she said. "But the Lord is good."
There was so much both of understanding and sympathy in her tones, that I had a great deal of trouble to control myself. I felt unspeakably happy too, that I had found a friend that could understand. I was silent, and Miss Cardigan looked at me.
"Is it all right, noo?" she asked.
"Except me,—" I said with my eyes swimming.
"Ah, well!" she said. "You've seen the sky all black and covered with the thick clouds—that's like our sins: but, 'I have