"I seem to smell vi'lets, but they can't be out yet, can they, miss ?" Miss Carew laughed.

"Lots of things have happened since yesterday, brownie; but even the brownies could not make the violets spring up and open in one night." "But God could," thought Huldah to herself.
After all that happened in the last twenty-four hours, she felt that nothing was beyond His power, but she was too shy to say so aloud.
A deep sense of love and gratitude for all the goodness shown to her made her feel, a moment later, ashamed of her shyness.

God had been so good to her, how could she be so bad as to feel ashamed to speak of Him?
She had prayed and prayed, and prayed to Him all that long night through, and He had heard her, and sent her help.
She had been frightened, and she had been made to suffer, but it was only that all might be made better for her presently.

Young though she was, she could see that if she had not had this trial to go through, she would always have had the old danger, the old fear hanging over her.

She would never have felt quite safe and happy.
Miss Rose had taught her about God, and His Son, the gentle, loving Christ.