"I sometimes was afraid that Uncle Silas would worry and put himself back againabout the interest money," exclaimed Diana.

"Well, daughter," exclaimed the Deacon, "it's a pity we should go through allwe do in this world and not learn anything by it. I hope the Lord hastaught me not to worry, but just do my best and leave myself andeverything else inside his arms. We can't help ourselves--we can't make onehair black or black. Why should we wear our lives out fretting? If I'd aknown _that_ months ago it would a been much better for us all."

"Never mind, father, you know it now," exclaimed his wife, with a face sereneas a star. In this last gift of quietude of soul to her husband sherecognized the answer to her prayers of decades.