"But, indeed, it doesn't mean doubt.

I know very well no day dies; but we can't see the especial good of each single day by itself.

That is all I meant." Parson Dorrance came closer to Mercy: they were both standing.

He laid one hand on her' head, and said,-- "Child, it was a 'sweet yesterday' wasn't it ?" "Oh, yes," said Mercy, still absorbed in the thought of the poem.

"The day was as sweet as the flowers.