"And if he takes care of them all, will he not take care of poor little
me?" thought Fleda. "Oh how glad I am I know there is a God!--How glad I
am I know he is such a God! and that I can trust in him; and he will make
everything go right. How I forget this sometimes! But Jesus does not
forget his children. Oh I am a happy little girl!--Grandpa's saying what
he did don't make it so--perhaps I shall die the first--but I hope not,
for what would become of him!--But this and everything will all be
arranged right, and I have nothing to do with it but to obey God and
please him, and he will take care of the rest. He has forbidden _us_ to be
careful about it too."

With grateful tears of relief Fleda shut the window and began to undress
herself, her heart so lightened of its burden that her thoughts presently
took leave to go out again upon pleasure excursions in various
directions; and one of the last things in Fleda's mind before sleep
surprised her was, what a nice thing it was for any one to bow and smile
so as Mr. Carleton did!




Chapter III.



I know each lane, and every alley green,
Dingle or bushy dell of this wild wood,
And every bosky bourn from side to side
My daily walks and ancient neighbourhood.