It
was not so much a mathematical problem to be worked out, as it was the
faith that can remove mountains.
"As a little child relies
On a strength beyond his own:
Knows he is neither strong nor wise,
Fears to stir a step alone--"
Mr. Roberts often found himself quoting these lines when his wife gave
him glimpses of her heart; and at such times he had no hesitancy in
deciding that the steps she took were not alone, but the Lord was with
her.
The postman's ring broke in on their quiet.
"I hope there are letters from home to-night," Mrs. Roberts said, "real
long ones. It is a week since we have heard."
"And I ought to hope that they would require a first reading in
private," her husband answered, as he seized his neglected pen. "It is
the only way in which these business letters will get answered. I find
the temptation to talk to you irresistible."
One letter! but that was of comfortable dimensions and weight.
"It is from Marion," Mrs. Roberts said, delight in her voice, after the
first glance at the familiar writing. She was presently lost in its many
pages, and the business of letter-writing went on uninterruptedly for
some time.
Mrs. Marion Dennis had not forgotten her fondness for her pretty little
Flossy: nor forgotten that,--softly-innocent little creature though she
was, she possessed a wisdom far above those who are credited with having
keen insight; even a wisdom so subtle, and withal so tender, that its
source could only be Infinite Wisdom.
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