"But why should that be?"
"Does Miss Dolly Copley know already what she wants?" the housekeeper asked.
"No," said Dolly, laughing out; "not at all. I do not know what I want. I do not think I want anything in particular, Mrs. Jersey."
"Keep so, my dear; that is best."
"Why? Because I should be so sure to be disappointed?"
"You might. But it is safe to let God choose for us, Miss Copley; and as soon as we begin to plan, we begin to work for our plans, generally; and if our plan is not His plan,—that makes trouble, you see, and confusion."
"Of course," said Dolly thoughtfully. "Yet it seems to me it would be pleasant to have some particular object that one was striving after. The days go by, one after another, one like another, and seem to accomplish nothing. I should like to have some purpose, some end in life, to be striving for and attaining."
"A servant of Christ need never want that," said the housekeeper.
"I have not anything in special to do," said Dolly, looking at her.
"Every servant has something special to do," the other answered.