"I was very much touched," she was saying, "by your letter. Your wanting
a little girl for a sister came very near home to me; for I have just
lost a little girl of my own. She was all I had, Tommy. She was taken
from me three months ago.... I suppose we should take our losses as they
come, without wincing or questioning the wisdom of God. But I was
weak--and selfish. For a long time I refused to bow to his will. I cried
out, and would not be comforted...."
The Beautiful Lady's eyes were really glistening now. Presently a tear
splashed on to the long white hand. Philip felt strangely uncomfortable.
He had been warned by his uncle more than once to beware, above all, of
a woman's tears. "Her tears are the biggest gun in her battery," Uncle
Joseph had said. But Philip forgot to feel suspicious. He was only
intensely sorry for the lady.
Presently she began to speak again, not altogether to Philip.
"But I came to myself," she said. "I suddenly learned that all things
work together for good--that there is no sorrow which does not bring its
own consolation with it. One day I saw myself as I was--a querulous,
self-centered, self-conscious, self-made martyr. I had forgotten that
other people had their troubles too--troubles which I might do something
to smooth away." She looked up. "Do you know who taught me that lesson,
Tommy?"
Philip shook his head apologetically.
"I'm afraid I don't," he said.
"It was you!"
"Me?" said Philip, a little dazed.
"Yes--you! It was your letter. When I read it I learned, all of a
sudden, where the cure for sorrow lies. It lies in trying to help
others. So I have come to see you and your parents, in the hope that I
may be allowed to be of some small service to you all. I cannot give you
a little sister to play with--"
The lady's voice broke suddenly, and Philip tactfully arose and put coal
upon the fire.
"--but I may be able to help you in other ways. I am fairly well off,
and I ask to be permitted to see that your father gets back to health
and strength again. Do you think he would consent? He might like to go
abroad for a little."
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