About her dear departed father, too, and the beloved home-circle, Lucy had much to tell.  She said much less about the Brooke family; and Mary, who could understand how little congenial was the atmosphere of her uncle’s house, respected her reticence.  Lucy felt that she had no right to communicate any unfavourable impression of those from whom she had received so much kindness, and whose hospitality and kindness she had enjoyed so long.

“I always felt as if I wanted to know you better, Mary, when we were at Mrs. Wilmot’s,” said Lucy one evening, as they were returning home from a woodland walk, laden with wild-flowers and ferns.  Mary coloured a little, and hesitated.

“I’m afraid I was very stiff and selfish, Lucy dear,” she replied; “but mamma used to give me so many cautions about mingling with worldly people, that I thought it was best to keep apart from them altogether.  And I was told Mr. Brooke’s family were so gay and worldly, that I supposed you must be so too; and so I thought I ought not to get into any intimacy that might lead me into temptation.”

“I suppose it is right to try to keep out of temptation,” said Lucy thoughtfully.

“Yes; but now I can see that I wasn’t right in being so distrustful as to be afraid of what came naturally in my way.  Mamma says that to be afraid of what may involve temptation, when God’s providence, rightfully construed, leads us into it, is something like the dread which keeps people from doing their duty in cases of infection; whereas they should trust that, so long as they do not expose themselves to it wilfully and needlessly, God will care for them in the path by which He leads them, as well as in circumstances which look more secure.”

“Yes, I’m sure that’s true,” said Lucy, thinking of what Fred had said to her when she had felt afraid to venture into the temptations of her uncle’s house.  “But then, whenever we get over our fear and feel secure, we are sure to fall into some snare.”

“Yes,” replied her friend, “because we forget our own dependence on Christ for strength, and begin to walk in our own, instead of looking to Him continually for help.”

“Do you know,” said Lucy, “one of my greatest temptations was studying for the history prize!  I was so determined to have it—­so set upon it—­that I let it come before everything else, and forgot to ask to be kept from temptation in it, till, just before the examination, I found I had forgotten part of what was to be studied; and then, in my disappointment, I found out how wrong I had been.”

“Oh,” exclaimed Mary, “I was almost sorry I got the first prize, which I hadn’t been expecting at all, for I was sure you would be dreadfully disappointed.  You had worked so hard for it—­harder than I did.”

“No, I wasn’t disappointed then; I was sure I shouldn’t get it, and didn’t expect even the second prize; and I felt quite satisfied that it should be so, for I had been working in so wrong a spirit, that I could not have felt happy in getting the prize that had led me astray.”