"Well,--suppose it had pleased God to cast my lot some whither, that the daily work I had to do was mighty dislikeful to me; and some other maiden that I knew, had that to do withal which I would have loved dearly:--were it ill for me to wish that my business had been like hers?" "Whom enviest thou, my child?" asked Mrs Tremayne very gently. Clare blushed, and laughed. "Well, I had not meant to say the same; but in very deed I do envy Lysken." "And wherefore, dear heart?" "Because her work is so much higher and better than mine." Mrs Tremayne did not answer for a moment. Then she said,--"Tell me, Clare,--suppose thy father's serving-men and maids should begin to dispute amongst themselves,--if Sim were to say, `I will no longer serve in the hall, because 'tis nobler work to ride my master's horses:' or Kate were to say, `I will no longer sweep the chambers, sith 'tis higher matter to dress my master's meat:' and Nell,--`I will no longer dress the meat, sith it were a greater thing to wait upon my mistress in her chamber,'--tell me, should the work of the house be done better, or worser?" "Worser, no doubt." "Well, dear heart, and if so, why should God's servants grudge to do the differing works of their Master? If thou art of them, thy Master, hath set thee thy work. He saw what thou wert fit to do, and what was fit to be done of thee; and the like of Lysken. He hath set thee where thou art; and such work as thou hast to do there is His work for thee. Alway remembering,--if thou art His servant." Clare did not quite like that recurring conjunction. It sounded as if Mrs Tremayne doubted the fact. "You think me not so?" she asked in a low voice. "I hope thou art, dear Clare. But thou shouldst know," was the searching answer. There was silence after that, till Clare said, with a sigh, "Then you reckon I ought not to wish for different work?" "I think not, my maid, that wishing and discontent be alway one and the same. I may carry a burden right willingly and cheerfully, and yet feel it press hard, and be glad to lay it down. Surely there is no ill that thou shouldest say to thy Father, `If it be Thy will, Father, I would fain have this or that.' Only be content with His ordering, if He should answer, `Child, thou hast asked an evil thing.'" There was another pause, during which Clare was thinking. "Am I the first to whom thou hast opened thine heart hereon, dear Clare?" "Well, I did let fall a word or twain at home," said Clare smiling; "but I found no like feeling in response thereto." "Not even from Margaret?" "Meg thought there was work enough at home," replied Clare laughing, "and bade me go look in the mending-chest and see how much lacked doing." "Nor Mistress Rachel?" "Nay, Aunt Rachel said I might well be thankful that I was safe guarded at home, and had not need to go about this wicked world." "Well, there is reason in that. It is a wicked world."