Mary could hardly contain herself for joy. And when night came, she begged to be allowed to go home that night, as she could not wait a whole week before telling her husband the good news. Accordingly she hurried home that night and told her husband what Mrs. Day had said. "Mary," said William, "if Mrs. Day tells me the same as she tells you, I'll take Gibson's farm." So early the next morning they started on their errand. The farm house opposite them was vacant, and as they passed Mary asked herself, tremblingly, if they should be sufficiently blessed to live there. Mrs. Day greeted them very kindly and told them they were just in time for breakfast. "Thank you, Mrs. Day; but Mary has been telling me you spoke to her about our taking Gibson's farm." "So I did, Chittenden; and I tell you if you'll take the farm, keeping mine too, mind, you shall have the use of my team, wagon and farm implements. Besides, I will lend you your seed grain for the first year, and you can return it afterwards." "Well, Mrs. Day, if you are so kind as that, all I can do is to thank you and accept the offer. I will go right on to Mr. Gibson at once and make the bargain." Mr. Gibson was quite pleased to have William take the farm. That same week the family moved across the road, and Mary felt like a new woman. During all these fifteen years you may be sure Mary and William had often talked of the religion that was so dear to both. Their daughters, although they had, perforce, married those outside the Church, were staunch "Mormons," and are to this day. One day William met Mr. Gibson who said, "I have been thinking, William, you can open a gate on the other side of the road, opposite your own door, and make a bit of a road to the woods, and you can take toll from the gate. You know you live on the public turnpike from Goulburn, and this toll road would be a good thing to the Goulburn people." "How much could you allow me, sir?" "Five shillings from every pound. Then your children could attend the gate." "Very well, I will do so, and am very grateful to you for the privilege." "Well, mother," said William soon after, as he entered the house, "your money is coming from the other side of the road." And when he had laughingly told her how, she said she felt more like crying than laughing, she was so grateful to God. CHAPTER VI. The story of prosperity is so much easier to tell, and in truth is so much shorter than the tale of adversity and suffering, that we may well hasten over the remaining five years of their waiting in that far-distant land. Everything prospered. But about the second year William's health commenced to break down. Gradually he became more and more incapable of work, until at last, one day, he came in and throwing himself down, he exclaimed, "Mary, I have done my last day's work." It was even so. But God did not fail them.