"
"Yes, yes, honey, dat's de truff; an' we'll trust Him an' not be 'fraid,
'cause don't He say, 'Not a hair ob your head shall perish.'"
"'What time I am afraid I will trust in Thee,'" murmured Elsie, softly.
"Ah, the joy, the peace, of knowing that His presence and His love will
ever go with us everywhere; and that He has all power in heaven and in
earth."
A week later, Mr. Dinsmore was showing his daughter the beauties of New
Orleans, where they had arrived without accident or loss. They remained in
the city long enough to attend thoroughly to the business which had called
them there, and to see everything worth looking at.
Elsie's plantation was in the Teche country, the very loveliest part of
grand old Louisiana. In order that suitable preparations might be made for
their reception, word had been sent that they might be expected on a
certain day.
"We have allowed more time than necessary for this place," said Mr.
Dinsmore to his daughter one evening on returning to their hotel, after
seeing the last of the lions of the Crescent City; "we have two days to
spare; what shall be done in them?"
"Let us go on to Viamede at once then, papa," replied Elsie, promptly. "I
have been regretting that we sent notice of our coming. I doubt if it
would not have been wiser to take them by surprise.
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