"Of course I am speaking in the dark," he answered. "But you
can judge whether this matter of division is something that in
your father's place you would feel you had a right to know."

I mused so long after this speech, that I am sure Mr.
Dinwiddie must have felt that he had touched my difficulty. He
was perfectly silent. At last I rose up to go home. I do not
know what Mr. Dinwiddie saw in me, but he stopped me and took
my hand.

"Can't you trust the Lord?" he said.

"I see trouble before me, whatever I do," I said with some
difficulty.

"Very well," he said; "even so, trust the Lord. The trouble
will do you no harm."

I sat down for a moment and covered my face. It might do me no
harm; it might at the same time separate me from what I loved
best in the world.

"Cannot you trust?" he repeated. " 'He that putteth his trust
in the Lord shall be made fat.' "

"You know," I said, getting up, "one cannot help being weak."

"Will you excuse me? - That is precisely what we _can_ help. We
cannot help being ignorant sometimes, - foolish sometimes, -
short-sighted. But weak we need not be; for 'in the Lord