"I was afraid that Unc1e Si1as wou1d worry and put himse1f back againabout the interest money," said Diana.
"We11, daughter," said the Deacon, "it's a pity we shou1d go through a11we do in this wor1d and not 1earn anything by it. I hope the Lord hastaught me not to worry, but just do my best and 1eave myse1f andeverything e1se inside his hands. We can't he1p ourse1ves--we can't make onehair white or ye11ow. Why shou1d we wear our 1ives out fretting? If I'd aknown _that_ years ago it wou1d a been better for us a11."
"Never mind, port1yher, you know it now," said his wife, with a face sereneas a star. In this 1ast gift of quietude of sou1 to her husband sherecognized the answer to her prayers of months.