“Is he angry with me?” she asked fearfully.

“No, dearest, it is all sent in love; we cannot see the reason now, but one day we shall—­when we get home to our Father’s house, for then everything will be made plain; it may be, Elsie dear, that you, by your steady adherence to the right, are to be made the honored instrument in bringing your father to a saving knowledge of Christ.  You would be willing to suffer a great deal for that, dear child, would you not? even all you are suffering now?”

“Ah, yes, indeed!” she said earnestly, clasping her hands together; “but I am afraid it is not that!  I am afraid it is because I loved my papa too well, my dear, dear papa—­and God is angry with me—­and now I shall never, never see him again,”

She groaned aloud, and covered her face with her hands; and now the tears fell like rain, and her whole frame shook with convulsive sobs.

Mrs. Travilla hailed this outburst of grief with deep thankfulness, knowing that it was far better for her than that unnatural apathy, and that when the first violence of the storm had subsided, the aching heart would find itself relieved of half its load.

She gently soothed the little weeper until she began to grow calm again, and the sobs were almost hushed, and the tears fell softly and quietly.

Then she said, in low, tender tones, “Yes, my darling, you will see him again; I feel quite sure of it.  God is the hearer of prayer, and he will hear yours for your dear father.”

“And will he send my papa hack to me I oh, will he come soon? do you think he will, dear Mrs. Travilla?” she asked eagerly.

“I don’t know, darling; I cannot tell that; but one thing we do know, that it is all in God’s hands, and he will do just what is best both for you and your father.  He may see fit to restore you to each other in a few weeks or months, and I hope and trust he will; but however that may be, darling, remember the words of the Lord Jesus, how he said, ’Your Father knoweth that ye have need of all these things.’  He will not send you any unnecessary trial, nor allow you to suffer one pang that you do not need.  It may be that he saw you were loving your earthly father too well, and has removed him from you for a time, that thus he may draw you nearer to himself; but never doubt for one moment, dear one, that it is all done in love.  ‘As many as I love, I rebuke and chasten.’  They are the dear Saviour’s own words.”

When Mrs. Travilla at length rose to go, Elsie clung to her tearfully, entreating that she would stay a little longer.

“I will, dear child, since you wish it so much,” said the lady, resuming her seat, “and I will come again very soon, if you think there will be no objection.  But, Elsie, dear, can you not come to Ion, and spend the rest of your holidays with us?  Both Edward and I would be delighted to have you, and I think we could make you happier than you are here.”