eigh so heavily on you. Think of your
favourite saying, `It's an ill wind that blows no good.' Perhaps good
may be in the wind somewhere for us."

"Ay, and I'll think of one of _your_ favourite sayings too, Flo, `Every
cloud has a silver lining.'"

"But I've got a better saying than that _now_, father," said Flora, with
sudden earnestness, "the saying that dear mother was so fond of quoting
from the Bible before she died: `Come unto me, all ye that labour and
are heavy laden, and I will give you rest.' Oh, father, that word
comforts me now, for I have gone to Jesus and have pleaded with Him His
own promise that whatever we shall ask in His name God will give it to
us."

"Bless you, Flo," said her father tenderly, "and what did you ask for,--
success in our new enterprise?"

"No, I asked for guidance in every step of it, for that is certain to
lead to success."

"Do you feel sure of getting an answer to that prayer, Flo?" asked
McLeod, gazing at his daughter with a perplexed expression.

"Quite sure," replied Flo confidently, "because God, who cannot lie, has
promised."

"Now, what will you say if we fail in this enterprise?" asked her
father.

"That my prayer has been answered," replied Flo.

"What? if he guides us to failure will you count that an answer?"

"Yes, indeed I will. More than that, I will count our failure to be
success, for whatever God leads us to _must_ be success if we commit our
ways to Him."

"That's a convenient doctrine," replied McLeod, with a slight smile, as
he called to remembrance several conversations he had had with infidels
during his travels, "and no one will ever be able to refute you, for,
whatever betide, you will still be able to maintain, logically, that you
have received an answer."

"Just so, father, and why not? Is not that convenient doctrine, as you
call it, in accordance with the word of God Himself, who says that
`_all_ things work together for good to them that love Him?'"

"You have learned to talk like your dear mother, Flo," said McLeod,
rising; "we will continue this subject another time. At present I must
away to work with the boys."

He left the room hastily, and his daughter, calling in the assistance of
Elise, proceeded to arrange her little boudoir in a somewhat more
sedate, though by no means less joyful, frame of mind than that in which
she had made her entry into her new and unquestionably humble residence.

CHAPTER FIVE.

THE "ENEMY.