The sense of wifehood had grown one with her consciousness.

It mingled with all her prayers, both in chamber and in church.

As she went about the house, she was dreaming of her Tom--an angel in heaven, she said to herself, but none the less her husband, and waiting for her.

If she did not read poetry, she read her New Testament; and if she understood it only in a childish fashion, she obeyed it in a child-like one, whence the way of all wisdom lay open before her.

It is not where one is, but in what direction he is going.
Before her, too, was her little boy--borne in his father's arms, she pictured him, and hearing from him of the mother who was coming to them by and by, when God had made her good enough to rejoin them! But, while she continued thus simple, Godfrey could not fail to see how much more of a woman she had grown: he was not yet capable of seeing that she would--could never hare got so far with him, even if he had married her.
Love and marriage are of the Father's most powerful means for the making of his foolish little ones into sons and daughters.