'Forgive me, if I give you that hint: do not forget Providence is watching over that other room.
One duty at a time, Miss Garston.' And, though I coloured at this wholesome rebuke, I knew he was correct.
'Yes, he is right,' I thought, as I stood listening to poor Susan's oppressed and difficult breathing: 'the Divine Teacher is beside His child.

It is not for us to question this discipline or plead for an easier lesson.' But none the less did the fervent petition rise from my heart that the angel of death might not be suffered to enter this house.
The night wore on, but, alas! there was no improvement.

When Mr.Hamilton came through the snow the next morning he looked grave and dissatisfied, and then he asked me if I wanted any help; but I shook my head.

'Mrs.
Martin is in the house: she will look after Phoebe and Kitty.' When he had gone, I wrote a little note and gave it to Kitty: 'I cannot leave Susan for a minute, she is so very ill.

Mr.Hamilton can see no improvement.