d's
will is sweet, and to bear God's will is sweet--the one as sweet as the
other, to those to whom he reveals himself;" and to have learned this is
to rejoice for evermore.

The master's term of office came to an end, and the friends were to
part. It was June by this time; and when he had bidden all the rest
goodbye, Mr Stewart lingered still with Hamish at the gate. Hamish had
said something about meeting again, and the master answered,--

"Yes, surely we shall meet again--if not here, yonder;" and he pointed
upward. "We shall be true friends there, Hamish, bhodach; be sure of
that."

Tears that were not all sorrowful stood on the cheeks of Hamish, and he
laid his face down on the master's shoulder without speaking.

"Much may lie between us and that time," continued the master--"much to
do, and, it may be, much to suffer; but it is sure to come."

"For me, too," murmured Hamish. "They also serve who only wait."

"Yes," said the master; "they who wait are blessed."

"And I shall thank God all my life that he sent you here to me," said
Hamish.

"And I too," said the master. "It seemed to me an untoward chance
indeed that turned me aside from the path I had chosen and sent me here,
and the good Father has put my doubts and fears to shame, in that he has
given me you, and, through you, others, to be stars in my crown of
rejoicing against that day. God bless you! Farewell."

"God bless you, and farewell," echoed Hamish.

So Mr Stewart went away, and Hamish watched till he was out of sight,
and still stood long after that, till Shenac came to chide him for
lingering out in the damp, and drew him in. She did not speak to him.
There were tears on his cheek, she thought, and her own voice failed
her. But when they came to the light the tears were gone, but the look
of peace that had rested on his face all these months rested on it
still.

CHAPTER ELEVEN.

The happy winter drew to an end, and spring came with some pleasures and
many cares. I am not going to tell all about what was done this spring
and summer; it would take too long. Shenac and her brother had not the
same eagerness and excitement in looking forward to the summer's work
that they had had the spring before; but they had some experience, and
were not afraid of failure. The spring work was well done, and with
comparatively little help. The garden was made, and the first crop of
weeds disposed of from some of the beds; and Shenac was