She knew in whom she trusted.

On the Rock of Ages she had built the habitation where dwelt her higher hopes; and the storms of this world had no power to prevail against it.
How little dreamed gentle Fanny Elder--or Fanny Claire, as she was called--when she laid her cheek lovingly to that of her sick "father"-- she knew him by no other name--and drew her arms around his neck, that he was suffering alone on her account.

In her unselfish love, Claire felt a sweet compensation--while all he endured on her account had the effect to draw her, as it were, into his very heart.
As quickly as it could be done, Mrs.Claire got through with the most pressing of her morning duties, and then, the older children away to school, she came and sat down by her husband's bedside, and took his hand in hers.

As he looked into her face, pale from sleeplessness and anxiety, tears filled his eyes.
"O, Edie!" said he, his voice tremulous with feeling, "isn't this disheartening?
What _are_ we to do ?" "_He_ careth for us," was the low, calmly spoken reply; and, as Edith lifted a finger upward, a ray of heavenly confidence beamed in her countenance.
"I know, Edie; I know, but"-- The sick man left his sentence unfinished.

A heavy sigh marking his state of doubt and darkness.
"We must feel as well as know, Edward," said his wife.