It will be a cruel blow." "That it is, a cruel blow," said Ranald, bitterly; so bitterly that Mrs.
Murray glanced at him in surprise and saw his face set in angry pain.
"The Lord knows best, Ranald," she said, gravely, "and loves best, too." "It will break her heart, whatever," answered Ranald, shortly.
"He healeth the broken in heart," said Mrs.Murray, softly.

Ranald made no reply, but let the colt take her way through the brule toward the lane into which Bella had now got her cows.

How happy the girl was! Joy filled every tone of her voice.

And why not?
It was the springtime, the time of life and love.

Long winter was gone, and soon her brothers would be back from the shanties.