In spite of his delicate health he was full of the joy of life, and he accepted it as a matter of course that wherever his future might be spent it would be a happy and a joyous one.

What was the use of worrying about a matter over which he had absolutely no control?
The universe was very beautiful, and he was a part of it.

And as the universe would certainly endure, so would he endure.

Why, then, should he concern himself about what might be in store for him?
"You must take care of yourself, Austin," said Aunt Charlotte to him one day.

"I'm afraid you've been overtaxing your strength, you know.
You never would remain quiet even on the hottest days, and we've had rather a trying summer, you must remember." "It's been a lovely summer," replied Austin, who was lying down.
"And how are you feeling, my dear ?" asked Aunt Charlotte, anxiously.
"Splendid!" he assured her.