in wisdom it was:

"Does each day upon its wing
Its appointed burden bring?
Load it not besides with sorrow
That belongeth to the morrow.
When by God the heart is riven,
Strength is promised, strength is given:
But fore-date the day of woe,
And alone thou bear'st the blow."

When I had said this over to myself, I laid my head on the pillow
and slept soundly.

Mother and I had a nice little talk the next day. It was arranged
that I was to go over to Milnthorpe with Uncle Geoffrey, who was
obliged to return home somewhat hastily, in order to talk to Deborah
and see what furniture would be required for the rooms that were
placed at our disposal. As I was somewhat aghast at the amount of
business entrusted to my inexperienced hands, Allan volunteered to
help me, as Carrie could not be spared.

We were to stay two or three days, make all the arrangements that
were necessary, and then come back and prepare for the flitting. If
Allan were beside me, I felt that I could accomplish wonders;
nevertheless, I carried rather a harassed face into dear mother's
dressing-room that morning.

"Oh, Esther, how pale and tired you look!" were her first words as I
came toward her couch. "Poor child, we are making you a woman before