As he passed around the turn he slowed down to a walk, and reached for his tr---- too late again.
He had come upon Mrs.Enderby, Mrs.

Glossop, Mrs.Taylor, and Mary.
They were on foot, and seemed tired and excited.

They came at once to the buggy and shook hands, and all spoke at once, and said eagerly and earnestly, how glad they were that he was come, and how fortunate it was.
And Mrs.Enderby said, impressively: "It looks like an accident, his coming at such a time; but let no one profane it with such a name; he was sent--sent from on high." They were all moved, and Mrs.Glossop said in an awed voice: "Sarah Enderby, you never said a truer word in your life.

This is no accident, it is a special Providence.

He was sent.