She said that it would make him happier, and herself too--that she never wished him to forget me; that it was through my influence that he had been brought right and that they were no longer divided in faith.

Oh, Betty, I was a happy woman the day I got that letter, and I have been a happy woman since.

'Through pain to peace,'" she went on softly, "I should like those words to be inscribed on my tombstone.

To think of the terror and the struggle, the buffeting of all those cruel waves and billows, and then to see land at last! Dearest, how you cry! You will make me cry too, and I have been singing a Te Deum in my heart all day for dear Lettice's sake." Then Elizabeth tried to control her sobs.
"Die, I am quite ashamed of myself.

I cannot think what has come to me.
Think of a woman of thirty blubbering like a little school-girl! It is not like me, is it, dear?
but my heart feels as heavy as lead to-night.
Things are going wrong somehow, or is it my fancy ?" And then she said a little wildly, "Oh, my darling, if I were only like you!" "Like me! Oh no, Elizabeth," for Dinah's humility could ill brook this speech.
"But it is no use--I could never reach you.