That wish had been cut off in a moment, that hope had sunk under her feet, and now only remained to her the task of comforting the undisciplined soul whose unguided utterances had wrought the mischief.

It was not the first time that, wounded by a loving hand in this dark struggle of life, she had suppressed the pain of her own hurt that he that had wounded her might the better forgive himself.
"Dear father," she said to him, when over and over he blamed himself for his yesterday's harsh words to his son, "don't worry about it now; you didn't mean it.

James is a good boy, and he'll see it right at last; and he is in God's hands, and we must leave him there.

He overrules all." When Mrs.Pitkin turned from her husband she sought Diana in her room.
"Oh, cousin! cousin!" said the girl, throwing herself into her arms.
"_Is_ this true?
Is James _gone_?
Can't we do _any_ thing?
Can't we get him back?
I've been thinking it over.

Oh, if the ship wouldn't sail! and I'd go to Salem and beg him to come back, on my knees.