I feel very sorry they are so ill, and yet I can't help rejoicing that my dear husband is able to sit up again.
"Is that quite heartless in me ?" she asked, laying her hand on one of his, which rested on the arm of his easy-chair; for she was seated in a low rocker, close at his side.
"I think not," he answered, smiling down into her eyes.

"It will do them no good for us to make ourselves unhappy.

We will sympathize with, and pray for, them, but at the same time be thankful and joyful because of all God's goodness to us and them.

'Rejoice in the Lord always: and again I say, Rejoice.' 'Rejoicing in hope; patient in tribulation.'" "You have certainly obeyed that last injunction," remarked Zoe, looking at him with affectionate admiration; "so patient and cheerful as you have been ever since your injury! Many a man would have grumbled and growled from morning to night; while you have been so pleasant, it was a privilege to wait on you." "Thank you," he said, laughing: "it is uncommonly good in you to say that, but I'm afraid you are rather uncharitable in your judgment of 'many men.' "Mamma has not yet heard of my accident," he remarked presently, "and wonders over my long silence.

I'll write to her now, if you will be so kind as to bring me my writing-desk." "I'm doubtful about allowing such exertion," she said: "you are left under my orders, you remember, and I'm to be held responsible for your continued improvement." "Nonsense! that wouldn't hurt me," he returned, with an amused smile; "and if you won't get the desk, I'll go after it myself." "No, you mustn't: I sha'n't allow it," she said, knitting her brows, and trying to look stern.
"Then get it for me." "Well," she said reflectively, "I suppose there'll have to be a compromise.