Next morning we all rode home to Haddon,--how sweet the words sound even at this distance of time!--and there was rejoicing in the Hall as if the prodigal had returned.
In the evening I came upon Madge unawares.

She was softly singing a plaintive little love song.

I did not disturb her, and as I stole away again I said to myself, "God is good." A realization of that great truth had of late been growing upon me.

When once we thoroughly learn it, life takes on a different color..