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This, of course, was Gracie Dennis.
Mr. Roberts looked from her to his wife,--his face smiling, curious, yet
with a sort of at-rest expression.
"What do you hope to accomplish, Flossy?" He asked the question as one
who was pleased to watch a new experiment, yet felt sure that the
experimenter had an end to attain which would justify any measures that
she might take. Mr. Roberts had believed in his wife when he chose her
from all others; but he was learning to believe in her in a peculiar
sense, as one led by a hand that made no mistakes.
She turned to answer his question; her face bright, yet half puzzled:--
"I am not sure that I can explain to you what I hoped for," she said; "I
caught the idea from Mr. Ried."
"From me!" and the young man thus mentioned looked so astonished and
incredulous that Gracie laughed.
"He is sure he never thought of anything so wild," she said, gayly.
"Flossy, you must find a better excuse than that."
"Yet it was something that he said. Do you remember telling me, not long
ago, about your sister's idea that all the world had lost its place
because of sin; that God intended everything here to be beautiful, and
all life to be bright with joy, and that Satan had gotten hold of men's
lives, and was trying to ruin them, and that every beautiful creation
was God's picture to the world of what his intention had been? I'm
telling it poorly; but it made a very deep impression.
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