So pray God 'twill go smooth, and wind up well.' Sally would not listen to misgivings.

Of course it would go smoothly, she asserted.

'How you are up and down, mother!' she went on.

'At this moment, whatever hinders him, we are not so anxious to see him as he is to be here, and his thought runs on before him, and settles down upon us like the star in the east.

Hark!' she exclaimed, with a breath of relief, her eyes sparkling.