know her better. The words of the
nurse, "until you know her better" floated through his mind. What a
strange thing that had been for her to say! It wasn't in the least
likely that he would ever see Bonnie again.

They left her in the sleeper, with special instructions to the porter to
look after her, and surrounding her with magazines and fruit.

"She looks as if a breath might blow her away!" said Courtland, speaking
out of a troubled thought, as he and the nurse stood on the platform
watching the train move off. "Do you think she'll get through the
journey all right?"

"Sure!" said the nurse, wiping away a wistful tear furtively. "She's got
lots of pep. She'll rally and get strong pretty soon. She's had a pretty
tough time the last two years. Lost her mother, father, a sister, and
this little brother. Her father's heart was broken by being asked to
leave his church because he preached temperance too much. The martyrs in
this world didn't all die in the dark ages! They're having them yet!"

"But she looks so ethereal!" pursued Courtland. "I wish I'd thought to
suggest you going along. We could have trumped up some reason why you
had to have a vacation."

"Couldn't do it!" said the nurse, smiling and patting his arm. "I
thought of it, but it wouldn't work. I have to be at the hospital
to-morrow for a very important operation. There isn't anybody else in
the hospital could very well take my place. Besides, she's sharp as a
tack, and you needn't think she doesn't see through a lot of the things
you've done for her! Mark my words, you'll hear from her some day! She
means to know the truth about those bills and pay every cent back! But
don't you worry about her. She'll get through all right. She's got more
nerve than any dozen girls I know, and she doesn't go alone through this
world, either. She's had a vision, too, or you'd never see her wearing
that patient face with all she's had to bear!"

"Did it ever seem strange to you that good people have so much trouble
in this world?" said Courtland, voicing his same old doubting thought.

"Well, now _why_? What's _trouble_ going to be in the resurrection? We
won't mind then what we passed through, and this world isn't forever,
thank the Lord! If it's serving His plan any for me to get more than
what seems my share of trouble, why, I'm willing. Aren't you? The
trouble is we can't see the plan, and so we go fretting because it
doesn't fit our ideas. If it was our plan now