"I cannot help thinking, little one," he began, "that you are going to be
a happy woman! I do believe that is a man to be trusted. As for the
mother, there is no occasion to think of her, beyond being on your guard
against her. You will have no trouble with her after you are married."
"I cannot help fearing she will do us a mischief, uncle," I returned.
"Sir Philip Sidney says--'Since a man is bound no further to himself than
to do wisely, chance is only to trouble them that stand upon chance.'
That is, we are responsible only for our actions, not for their results.
Trust first in God, then in John Day."
"I was sure you would like him, uncle!" I cried, with a flutter of loving
triumph.
"I was nearly as sure myself--such confidence had I in the instinct of my
little one. I think that I, of the two of us, may, in this instance,
claim the greater faith!"
"You are always before me, uncle!" I said. "I only follow where you lead.
But what do you think the woman will do next?"
"I don't think. It is no use. We shall hear of her before long. If all
mothers were like her, the world would hardly be saved!"
"It would not be worth saving, uncle."
"Whatever can be saved, must be worth saving, my child."
"Yes, uncle; I shouldn't have said that," I replied.
CHAPTER XXIII.
LETTER AND ANSWER.
We did hear of her before long.
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