might advance it. Who could know? And why should God, who ordered all things with such magnificent detail, from the pathway of a sun to the falling of a sparrow, object to his free choice, or interfere to hinder him and stop?
She came to realise resignation, that is, in another aspect. It gave her comfort, if not peace. She fought against all belittling of her God. It was, perhaps, enough that He—knew.
'You are not alone, dear in the trees out there?' she ventured one night, as he crept on tiptoe into the room not far from midnight. 'God is with you?'
'Magnificently,' was the immediate answer, given with enthusiasm, for He is everywhere. And I only wish that you——'
But she stuffed the clothes against her ears. That invitation on his lips was more than she could bear to hear. It seemed like asking her to hurry to her own execution. She buried her face among the sheets and blankets, shaking all over like a leaf.
