"I know we shall, because I recognise the hand of God in sending us this wealth in the midst of our misery--after we had lost everything.

More will come by the guiding of the same hand.

So be of good cheer, my children! We shall not want--we shall yet have plenty--we may be _rich_!" It was not that any of those young creatures cared much about being rich, but because they saw their father so happy, that they broke out into something more than a murmur of applause.

It was, in fact, a cheer, in which both Totty and Swartboy joined.

It rang over the little lake, and caused the birds about settling to roost to wonder what was going on.