CHAPTER XXVI.
"Do sit down, my dear cousin," said Miss Janet to Mr.Weston, who was walking up and down the drawing-room.

"Here, in August, instead of being quiet and trying to keep cool, you are fussing about, and heating yourself so uselessly." "I will try," said Mr.Weston, smiling, and seating himself on the sofa; but you must recollect that for three years I have not seen my only son, and that now he is coming home to stay.

I cannot realize it; it is too much happiness.

We are so blessed, Cousin Janet, we have so much of this world's good, I sometimes tremble lest God should intend me to have my portion here." "It is very wrong to feel so," said Cousin Janet; "even in this world, He can give his beloved rest." "But am I one of the beloved ?" asked Mr.Weston, thoughtfully.
"I trust so," said Cousin Janet.

"I do not doubt it.