streets.  She looked so frail and sweet he could not help thinking of Mother Marshall and how she would feel when she saw her.  Surely she could not help but take her to her heart!  He felt a certain pride in her, as if she were his sister.  He was half sorry she was going away.  He would like to know her better.  The words of the nurse, “until you know her better” floated through his mind.  What a strange thing that had been for her to say!  It wasn’t in the least likely that he would ever see Bonnie again.

They left her in the sleeper, with special instructions to the porter to look after her, and surrounding her with magazines and fruit.

“She looks as if a breath might blow her away!” said Courtland, speaking out of a troubled thought, as he and the nurse stood on the platform watching the train move off.  “Do you think she’ll get through the journey all right?”

“Sure!” said the nurse, wiping away a wistful tear furtively.  “She’s got lots of pep.  She’ll rally and get strong pretty soon.  She’s had a pretty tough time the last two years.  Lost her mother, father, a sister, and this little brother.  Her father’s heart was broken by being asked to leave his church because he preached temperance too much.  The martyrs in this world didn’t all die in the dark ages!  They’re having them yet!”

“But she looks so ethereal!” pursued Courtland.  “I wish I’d thought to suggest you going along.  We could have trumped up some reason why you had to have a vacation.”

“Couldn’t do it!” said the nurse, smiling and patting his arm.  “I thought of it, but it wouldn’t work.  I have to be at the hospital to-morrow for a very important operation.  There isn’t anybody else in the hospital could very well take my place.  Besides, she’s sharp as a tack, and you needn’t think she doesn’t see through a lot of the things you’ve done for her!  Mark my words, you’ll hear from her some day!  She means to know the truth about those bills and pay every cent back!  But don’t you worry about her.  She’ll get through all right.  She’s got more nerve than any dozen girls I know, and she doesn’t go alone through this world, either.  She’s had a vision, too, or you’d never see her wearing that patient face with all she’s had to bear!”

“Did it ever seem strange to you that good people have so much trouble in this world?” said Courtland, voicing his same old doubting thought.

“Well, now why?  What’s trouble going to be in the resurrection?  We won’t mind then what we passed through, and this world isn’t forever, thank the Lord!  If it’s serving His plan any for me to get more than what seems my share of trouble, why, I’m willing.  Aren’t you?  The trouble is we can’t see the plan, and so we go fretting because it doesn’t fit our ideas.  If it was our plan now we’d patiently bear everything, I suppose, to make it come out right.  We aren’t up high enough to get the whole view of the finished plan, so of course lots of things