over, and the little sister trudged along
at John Fenn's side in the direction of
Perryville, she was very fretful because
he would not talk to her. He was
occupied, poor boy, in trying again not
to "marvel," and to be submissive to the
divine will.

After that, for several months, he
refused Mary's plea to be taken to visit
Miss Philly. He had, he told himself,
"submitted"; but submission left him
very melancholy and solemn, and also
a little resentful; indeed, he was so low
in his mind, that once he threw out a
bitter hint to Dr. Lavendar,--who, according
to his wont, put two and two together.

"Men in our profession, sir," said
John Fenn, "must not expect personal
happiness."

"Well," said Dr. Lavendar,
meditatively, "perhaps if we don't expect
it, the surprise of getting it makes it
all the better. I expected it; but I've
exceeded my expectations!"

"But you are not married," the
young man said, impulsively.