faith on which my soul rests. It is more than a
conviction; it is a perfect satisfaction! I KNOW! I
may not be able to explain all mysteries, but I can never
doubt again, because I know. The more I meet with modern
skepticism, the more I am convinced that that is the only
answer to it all: "He that doeth His will shall know of the
doctrine," and that promise is fulfilled to all who have the
will to believe.

All this came to me quite clearly as I knelt in the church
in the sunset, while you were playing--was it "Rock of
Ages"?--and a ray of the setting sun stole through the old
yellow glass of the window in the organ-loft and lay on your
hair like a crown, my Bonnie darling! My heart overflowed
with gratitude at the great way life has opened up to me.
That I, the least of His servants, should be honored by the
love of this pearl of women!--

There was more of that letter, and Bonnie sat long on the stump reading
and re-reading, with her face a glow of wonder and joy. But at last she
got up and went to the house, bounding into the dining-room where Mother
and Father Marshall were pretending to be busy about a lamp that didn't
work right.

Down she sat with her letter and read it--at least as much as we have
read--to the two sad old dears who were trying so hard to get ready for
loneliness. But after that there was no more sadness in that house! No
more tears nor wistful looks. Father whistled everywhere he went, till
Mother told him he was like a boy again. Mother sang about her work
whenever she was alone. For why should they be sad any more? There were
good times still going in the world, and _they were in them_!

"Father!" whispered Mother, softly, that night, when she was supposed to
be well on her way toward slumber. "Do you suppose the Lord heard us
grumbling this afternoon, and sent that letter to make us ashamed of
ourselves?"

"No," said Father, tenderly, "I think He just smiled to think what a big
surprise He had ready for us. It doesn't pay to doubt God; it really
doesn't!"

CHAPTER XXXVI

Pat was out with the ambulance. He had been taking a convalescent from
the hospital down to the station and shipping him home to his good old
mother in the country, to be nursed back to health. Pat often did little
things like that that were utterly out of his province, just because he
liked to do them.

Pat had seen his patient o