rself.

After all that happened in the last twenty-four hours, she felt that
nothing was beyond His power, but she was too shy to say so aloud.
A deep sense of love and gratitude for all the goodness shown to her
made her feel, a moment later, ashamed of her shyness. God had been
so good to her, how could she be so bad as to feel ashamed to speak
of Him? She had prayed and prayed, and prayed to Him all that long
night through, and He had heard her, and sent her help.

She had been frightened, and she had been made to suffer, but it was
only that all might be made better for her presently. Young though
she was, she could see that if she had not had this trial to go
through, she would always have had the old danger, the old fear
hanging over her. She would never have felt quite safe and happy.

Miss Rose had taught her about God, and His Son, the gentle, loving
Christ. She had taught her to pray to Him, and to read her Bible,
and to sing hymns, but only now did He become real to Huldah, her
very only loving Father, and her heart swelled with love and
gratitude to Him who had stood by her and taken care of her.
She knew now, too, that He would take care of her all her life
through.

"Oh, it's grand!" she thought to herself, "to have a big strong
Father and a Brother to watch over one!" And she felt as though no
one could harm her any more.

Rob was walking in leisurely fashion up the hill now, and no sound
broke the silence but the twittering of the birds in the hedge, Rob's
short, sharp steps on the hard road, and the scrunching of the gravel
under the wheels, when suddenly Miss Rose's voice sounded singing
softly but sweetly,

"Lead Kindly Light, amid the encircling gloom,
Lead Thou me on;
The night is dark, and I am far from home,
Lead Thou me on.
Keep Thou my feet; I do not ask to see
The distant scene,--one step enough for me."

Then Martha Perry's feeble voice joined in, and last of all Huldah's
shy, weak treble. They were all so grateful, so full of thankfulness
and faith, they could not help it. And ever after, when Huldah
passed along that road, the same lines sprang spontaneously to heart
and lips, "One step enough for me."

Winter ended soon, and spring came early that year. In the cottage
garden the wallflowers and daffodils had sprung up and burst into
bloom before anyone had quite realised that their time had come.
In the field opposite the hedges