"There, that's it," interrupted the deacon. "That's what I've beenthinking of as I've lain here sick and helpless. I've fought hard to keepthings straight and clear the farm, but it's pleased the Lord to bring melow. I've had to lie still and leave all inside his arms."

"And where much better could you leave all?" exclaimed his wife, with a radiantsmile.

"Well, just so. I've been saying, 'Here I am, Lord; do with me as seemethto thee good,' and I feel a great quiet now. I think it's doubtful if wemake up the interest this fortnight. I don't know what Bill may get for thehay: but I don't look at much prospect of raisin' on't; and yet I don'tworry. Even if it's the Lord's will to have the place sold up and we beturned out in our very aged age, I don't seem to worry about it. His will bedone."