ng her that he would go
on watching till she came to him? He had loved her, she knew; he had
learned to love her better before he died. She must be patient; the day
would come when she should be a Psyche, as he had told her, and soar
aloft in search of her mate. The sense of wifehood had grown one with
her consciousness. It mingled with all her prayers, both in chamber and
in church. As she went about the house, she was dreaming of her Tom--an
angel in heaven, she said to herself, but none the less her husband,
and waiting for her. If she did not read poetry, she read her New
Testament; and if she understood it only in a childish fashion, she
obeyed it in a child-like one, whence the way of all wisdom lay open
before her. It is not where one is, but in what direction he is going.
Before her, too, was her little boy--borne in his father's arms, she
pictured him, and hearing from him of the mother who was coming to them
by and by, when God had made her good enough to rejoin them!

But, while she continued thus simple, Godfrey could not fail to see how
much more of a woman she had grown: he was not yet capable of seeing
that she would--could never hare got so far with him, even if he had
married her.

Love and marriage are of the Father's most powerful means for the
making of his foolish little ones into sons and daughters. But so
unlike in many cases are the immediate consequences to those desired
and expected, that it is hard for not a few to believe that he is
anywhere looking after their fate--caring about them at all. And the
doubt would be a reasonable one, if the end of things was marriage. But
the end is life--that we become the children of God; after which, all
things can and will go their grand, natural course; the heart of the
Father will be content for his children, and the hearts of the children
will be content in their Father.

Godfrey indulged one great and serious mistake in reference to Letty,
namely, that, having learned the character of Tom through the saddest
of personal experience, she must have come to think of him as he did,
and must have dismissed from her heart every remnant of love for him.
Of course, he would not hint at such a thing, he said to himself, nor
would she for a moment allow it, but nothing else could be the state of
her mind! He did not know that in a woman's love there is more of the
specially divine element than in a man's--namely, the original, the
unmediated. The first of God'