"There is none. We know that all things shall work together
for good to them that love God."

"Then it will be all good for you, Mamma — but what will it be
for me?" And Ellen sobbed bitterly.

"It will be all well, my precious child, I doubt not. I do not
doubt it, Ellen. Do _you_ not doubt it either, love; but from
the hand that wounds, seek the healing. He wounds that he _may_
heal. He does not afflict willingly. Perhaps he sees, Ellen,
that you never would seek him while you had me to cling to."

Ellen clung to her at that moment — yet not more than her
mother clung to her.

"How happy we were, Mamma, only a year ago — even a month."

"We have no continuing city here," answered her mother, with a
sigh. "But there is a home, Ellen, where changes do not come;
and they that are once gathered there are parted no more for
ever; and all tears are wiped from their eyes. I believe I am
going fast to that home; and now my greatest concern is, that
my little Ellen — my precious baby — may follow me, and come
there too."

No more was said, nor could be said, till the sound of the
doctor's steps upon the stair obliged each of them to assume
an appearance of composure as speedily as possible. But they
could not succeed perfectly enough to blind him. He did not