But what Maggie felt was only resignation to the will of
her Lord: the child was not hers but the Lord's, lent to her for a season!
She must walk softly, doing everything for him as under the eye of the
Master, who might at any moment call to her, "Bring the child: I want him
now!" And she soon became as cheerful as before, but never after quite lost
the still, solemn look as of one in the eternal spaces, who saw beyond this
world's horizon. She talked less with her father than hitherto, but at the
same time seemed to live closer to him. Occasionally she would ask him to
help her to understand something he had said; but even then he would not
always try to make it plain; he might answer--
"I see, lassie, ye're no just ready for 't! It's true, though; and the day
maun come whan ye'll see the thing itsel, and ken what it is; and that's
the only w'y to win at the trowth o' 't! In fac', to see a thing, and ken
the thing, and be sure it's true, is a' ane and the same thing!" Such a
word from her father was always enough to still and content the girl.
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