"Ah, Isa, I did not know you were here," her cousin said taking her hand.
"I am pleased to see you."
The tone was gentle and kind and there was not a trace of displeasure in
look or manner.
"Thank you, cousin," Isa said, trying to recover her composure. "I came
to--mamma has a headache, and sent me----"
"Yes; never mind, I know all you would say," Elsie answered, tears
trembling in her soft brown eyes, but a look of perfect peace and
resignation on her sweet face; "you feel for my sorrow, and I thank you
for your sympathy. But Isa, the consolations of God are not small with me,
and I know that my little one is safe with him.
"Molly, my child, how are you to-day?"
"Very well, thank you," Molly answered, clinging to the hand that was
offered her, and looking up with dewy eyes into the calm, beautiful face
bending over her. "How kind you are to think of me at such a time as this.
Ah cousin, it puzzles me to understand why afflictions should be sent to
one who already seems almost an angel in goodness."
Elsie shook her head. "You cannot see my heart, Molly; and the Master
knows just how many strokes of his chisel are needed to fashion the soul
in his image; he will not make one too many.
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