Never to the end of her life would Huldah forget that home-coming, that drive back to Woodend Lane, or those days that followed.

“Was it really only yesterday that I was here, and Dick and I walked into Belmouth?” she asked, incredulously, as she lay back in the carriage.  “It seems weeks and weeks ago!  Oh, how lovely everything is!  It seems as if I didn’t notice it enough till now;” and she drew in long breaths of the fresh cold air, and the mingled scents of wet earth and pine trees.  “I seem to smell vi’lets, but they can’t be out yet, can they, miss?”

Miss Carew laughed.  “Lots of things have happened since yesterday, brownie; but even the brownies could not make the violets spring up and open in one night.”

“But God could,” thought Huldah to herself.

After all that happened in the last twenty-four hours, she felt that nothing was beyond His power, but she was too shy to say so aloud.  A deep sense of love and gratitude for all the goodness shown to her made her feel, a moment later, ashamed of her shyness.  God had been so good to her, how could she be so bad as to feel ashamed to speak of Him?  She had prayed and prayed, and prayed to Him all that long night through, and He had heard her, and sent her help.

She had been frightened, and she had been made to suffer, but it was only that all might be made better for her presently.  Young though she was, she could see that if she had not had this trial to go through, she would always have had the old danger, the old fear hanging over her.  She would never have felt quite safe and happy.

Miss Rose had taught her about God, and His Son, the gentle, loving Christ.  She had taught her to pray to Him, and to read her Bible, and to sing hymns, but only now did He become real to Huldah, her very only loving Father, and her heart swelled with love and gratitude to Him who had stood by her and taken care of her.  She knew now, too, that He would take care of her all her life through.

“Oh, it’s grand!” she thought to herself, “to have a big strong Father and a Brother to watch over one!” And she felt as though no one could harm her any more.

Rob was walking in leisurely fashion up the hill now, and no sound broke the silence but the twittering of the birds in the hedge, Rob’s short, sharp steps on the hard road, and the scrunching of the gravel under the wheels, when suddenly Miss Rose’s voice sounded singing softly but sweetly,

“Lead Kindly Light, amid the encircling gloom,
Lead Thou me on;
The night is dark, and I am far from home,
Lead Thou me on. 
Keep Thou my feet; I do not ask to see
The distant scene,—­one step enough for me.”

Then Martha Perry’s feeble voice joined in, and last of all Huldah’s shy, weak treble.  They were all so grateful, so full of thankfulness and faith, they could not help it.  And ever after, when Huldah passed along that road, the same lines sprang spontaneously to heart and lips, “One step enough for me.”