If only one thing didn't worry me----" "Must there always be a 'fly in the ointment,' mother ?" She looked at him with a smile that was like a hug and kiss, and she said: "I have found it so, father, and I have been happy in spite of it.

Where one has such wide interests, at some point there is always a pull, but in His own day, in His own way, the Lord is going to make everything right." "'Thy faith hath made thee whole,'" quoted father.
Then she stepped into the carriage, and he waited a second, quite long enough to let her see that he was perfectly willing to sit there all day if she wanted him to, and then he slowly and carefully drove home, as he always did when she was in the carriage.

Times when he had us children out alone, he went until you couldn't see the spokes in the wheels.

He just loved to "speed up" once in a while on a piece of fine road to let us know how going fast felt.
Mother sat there trembling a little, smiling, misty-eyed.

I was thinking, for I knew what the "fly in the ointment" was.