“If any friend of yours is there, do not grieve too much, my boy. Some of us might well be disposed to envy them. They are in God’s Hands now; and that is well. God is kinder far than man.”
He might indeed say so, looking across the yard. Roy lifted his face, as if in bitter protest. Was man kind? if man could do such deeds as this! And then he thought of Ivor—of his father—of Sir John Moore.
There may be very demons in human form upon earth; yet man was made in the Image of God; and all the kindliness that is seen in the best of men is a glimmer of that Image.
(To be continued.)
[THE PRINCESS OF WALES’S DAIRY AT SANDRINGHAM.]
The Princess of Wales’s Tea Room at Sandringham Dairy
Let us start from the pretty little “Feathers Inn” at Dersingham, which, by the way, is the only house of entertainment for strangers allowed on the Prince’s estate, for the reason that H.R.H. very wisely objects to colonies of observation being posted on the confines of his beautiful country home.