There was really no need for him to tell her this; his face told the story so plainly--so very plainly--that when tea was over, and they were standing in Sunshine Patch, Mrs. Colston went up to them and said: "And so you young folks have made each other happy." "Why, how do you know? Who told you?" exclaimed Bessie. "Know! Who told me? There was no need for anybody to tell me. Your faces tell the tale. Well, do you think you'll get on together all right?" "I can get on with anybody," sang out Bessie, "if they only let me have my own way." "Do you think we shall, Mrs. Colston?" asked David. "Yes, I've watched you, and I do think you will; but you must neither try to get in front of the other. It must be side by side." Taking a hand of each, she said in a sweet, serious way: "May the Lord bless you both; may you not only be strength to each other but to many besides." "You dear!" exclaimed Bessie, flinging her arms round her neck, and kissing her, while the tears streamed down her face; "if I'm only half as good as you, I'll do." "Nay, nay, child, you must not take any measurement by a mortal; Jesus is our measure. But look here, dears, you've both got to go in and tell your story to mother next door. Don't leave her in the cold. But, mark you, you'll have no silver forks to eat your pears with." "Oh, yes, she shall," exclaimed David as they both went away laughing. That same evening Phebe and Nanna talked this courtship over, and concluded that things were going on all right. Then Phebe started a fresh subject. "Perhaps you have wondered, Nanna, dear, what Mr. Black came about. I felt I could not tell you about it all in a hurry; it was too exciting, and I have not had a quiet moment till now." "It's all right, dearie; I knew you would tell me at the proper time." "Ah, my dear, I wish I always had your calmness." "I wonder how it is so many folks seem to envy me! I have nothing everybody cannot have as well as me." "Tell me in a word what you think your secret is, could you?" "How like I am to Mrs. Marchant!" she thought to herself. "How much we all lean upon one another!" "Yes, I think I could; but then it's your secret as well as mine." "Never mind whose else it is, tell it me, there's a dear." "It's only this--that I know the Lord is always with me, and that in His hands things are sure to come right--could not help but be, He's so clever and good. So why shouldn't I be calm?" "You say 'in His hand things are sure to be right,' but so often I say to myself, 'How can He make my tangle right?' He cannot make sin come right." "There's your mistake, dear heart," exclaimed Nanna. "He can! He can! He can make the wrong you've suffered work out splendid things in your character, and help you to do things you would never have force enough to do if you'd had a smooth life. And He's doing it now, now! So rest on that, you poor, tired child. Now tell me about Mr. Black, will you?"