He maketh the storm a calm, so that the waves thereof are still.

Then are they glad because they be quiet, so he bringeth them unto their desired haven.

Oh that men would praise the Lord for his goodness, and for his wonderful works to the children of men!" * * * * * When all had left the old kitchen, James and Diana sat by the yet glowing hearth and listened to the crickets, and talked over all the past and the future.
"And now," said James, "it's seven years since I left you, and to-morrow is the seventh Thanksgiving, and I've always set my heart on getting home to be married Thanksgiving evening." "But, dear me, Jim, we can't.

There isn't time." "Why not ?--we've got all the time there is!" "But the wedding-dress can't be made, possibly." "Oh, that can wait till the week after.

You are pretty enough without it!" "But what will they all say ?" "Who cares what they say?
I don't," said James.