The father would no longer be His worshipper?
Then let the son be His priest; and so the balance be restored.

And so the maid had striven with the two loves that, for once, would not agree together (as did the man in the Gospels who wished to go and bury his father and afterwards to follow his Saviour); she had not dared to say a word to the lad of anything of this lest it should be her will and not God's that should govern him, for she knew very well what a power she had over him; but she had prayed God, and begged Robin to pray too and to listen to His voice; and now she had her way, and her heart was broken with it, she said: "And when I think," she wailed across her mother's knees, "of what it is to be a priest; and of the life that he will lead, and of the death that he may die!...

And it is I ...

I ...

who will have sent him to it.
Mother!..." Mrs.Manners was bethinking herself of a cordial just then, and how she knew old Ann would be coming presently, and was listening with but half an ear.
"It's not you, my dear," she said, patting the head beneath her hands.
(The wrap was fallen off, and the maid's long hair was all over her shoulders.) "And now--" "But our Lord will take care of him, will He not?
And not suffer--" Mrs.Manners fell to patting her head again.
"And who brought the message ?" she asked.
* * * * * Mrs.Manners was one of those experienced persons who are fully persuaded that youth is a disease that must be borne with patiently.
Time, indeed, will cure it; yet until the cure is complete, elders must bear it as well as they can and not seem to pay too much attention to it.