But I have been thinking how well off I am, able to enjoy so much, and be employed all day long.

It is nothing to compare with that poor girl you told me of, and you need not be unhappy for me.

I have some verses to say over to myself to-night: "O Lord my God, do Thou Thy holy will, I will lie still, I will not stir, lest I forsake Thine arm And break the charm That lulls me, clinging to my Father's breast In perfect rest.
"Is not that comfortable ?" "My child--my dear child--I will say no more, lest I should break your sweet peace with my impatience.

I will strive for the same temper, my Margaret.

Bless you, dearest, good-night." After a night spent in waking intervals of such thoughts, Margaret found the ordinary morning, and the talk she could not escape, somewhat oppressive.