There are few of the so-called religious who seem able to trust either God or their neighbor in matters that concern those two and no other.

Nor had she had opportunity of making acquaintance with any who believed and lived like her father, in other of the Christian communities of the town.

But she had her Bible, and, when that troubled her, as it did not a little sometimes, she had the Eternal Wisdom to cry to for such wisdom as she could receive; and one of the things she learned was, that nowhere in the Bible was she called on to believe in the Bible, but in the living God, in whom is no darkness, and who alone can give light to understand his own intent.
All her troubles she carried to him.
It was not always the solitude of her room that Mary sought to get out of the wind of the world.

Her love of nature had been growing stronger, notably, from her father's death.

If the world is God's, every true man ought to feel at home in it.