"You never do it to me," said her brother soothingly.

"To you! -- But O Winthrop! -- if I loved God enough, I never
should do anything to displease him!"

She had thrown herself further into her brother's arms and at
this was weeping with all her heart.

"He said once himself," said Winthrop, "'Blessed are they
that mourn now, for they shall be comforted.'"

Winnie clung faster to him, with a grateful clasp, and her
tears came more gently.

"We sha'n't be quit of it till we get to heaven, Winnie; -- and
'the people that dwell therein,' you know, 'shall be forgiven
their iniquity.' And more than that, 'white robes are given
unto every one of them.' 'And they shall see the King's face,
and his name shall be in their foreheads.'"

"I wish it was in mine now!" said Winnie.

"Stop, Winnie. -- I hope it is there, -- only not so bright as
it will be by and by."

"But it ought to be bright now," said Winnie raising herself.

"Let it be brighter every day then," said her brother.

"I do try, Governor," said poor Winnie, -- "but sometimes I
think I don't get ahead at all!"

It was with great tenderness that again he put his arm round
her, and drew down her head upon him, and pressed her close to
his side.

"Rest! --" said he, -- "and trust what is written, that 'they
shall praise the Lord that seek him.' 'Wait on the Lord; be of
good courage, and he shall strengthen thine heart; wait, I
say, on the Lord.'"

"How much better I feel already," said poor Winnie presently.

There was a long silence. Winnie lay there still, and Winthrop
was softly playing with one of her hands and striking it and
stroking it against his own. The air came in fresh and cool
from the sea and put the candle flame out of all propriety of
behaviour; it flared and smoked, and melted the candle
sideways, and threatened every now and then to go out
entirely; but Winnie lay looking at Winthrop's hand which the
moonlight shone upon, and Winthrop -- nobody knows what he was
looking at; but neither of them saw the candle. Winnie was the
one to break the silence.

"What sort of a person is she, Winthrop?"

"Who?" said her brother.

"What? -- O, I mean -- I meant -- I meant, who was here to-day, --
Miss Haye."

"You have seen her, Winnie," he said after a moment's
hesitation.

"Yes, but you know her. Do you think she is a person I would
like?"

"I do not know."

"You don't know! --"

"But _you_ know her, Winthrop," said Winnie a l