Do you remember what Dr.Davis said last Sunday evening--that the sorrows God sent us brought comfort and strength with them, while the sorrows we brought on ourselves, through folly or wickedness, were by far the hardest to bear?
But we mustn't talk of sorrow on an afternoon like this.

It's meant for the sheer joy of living, isn't it ?" "If I had my way I'd shut everything out of your life but happiness and pleasure, Anne," said Gilbert in the tone that meant "danger ahead." "Then you would be very unwise," rejoined Anne hastily.

"I'm sure no life can be properly developed and rounded out without some trial and sorrow--though I suppose it is only when we are pretty comfortable that we admit it.

Come--the others have got to the pavilion and are beckoning to us." They all sat down in the little pavilion to watch an autumn sunset of deep red fire and pallid gold.

To their left lay Kingsport, its roofs and spires dim in their shroud of violet smoke.