Donal prayed to God for lady Arctura, and waited. Her hour was not
yet come, but was coming! Everyone that is ready the Father brings
to Jesus: the disciple is not greater than his master, and must not
think to hasten the hour, or lead one who is not yet taught of God;
he must not be miserable about another as if God had forgotten him.
Strange helpers of God we shall be, if, thinking to do his work, we
act as if he were neglecting it! To wait for God, believing it his
one design to redeem his creatures, ready to put the hand to, the
moment his hour strikes, is the faith fit for a fellow-worker with
him!
CHAPTER XXXIX.
THE CASTLE-ROOF.
One stormy Friday night in the month of March, when a bitter east
wind was blowing, Donal, seated at the plain deal-table he had got
Mrs. Brookes to find him that he might use it regardless of ink, was
drawing upon it a diagram, in quest of a simplification for Davie,
when a sudden sense of cold made him cast a glance at his fire. He
had been aware that it was sinking, but, as there was no fuel in the
room, had forgotten it again: it was very low, and he must at once
fetch both wood and coal! In certain directions and degrees of wind
this was rather a ticklish task; but he had taken the precaution of
putting up here and there a bit of rope. Closing the door behind him
to keep in what warmth he might, and ascending the stairs a few feet
higher, he stepped out on the bartizan, and so round the tower to
the roof.
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