won’t have anything ready. I’m going to make it my privilege to see that everything is as cosey as possible when you arrive. I simply can’t allow you to come to-day, Mr. Cole!” He smiled, but I saw that he was in earnest, and of course I gave in.
“All right,” said I; “then I must content myself with seeing you off at the station.”
To my surprise his smile faded, and a flush of undisguised annoyance made him, if anything, better-looking than ever. It brought out a certain strength of mouth and
my heart’s high-noon. Deep peace pervaded me as I lay outstretched in my narrow rocking bed, as it might be in my coffin; a trust in my Maker’s will to save me if that were for the best, a trust in His final wisdom and loving-kindness, even though this night should be my last on earth. For myself I