Perhaps God might mean as thoroughly
well by her as even her imagination could wish!
Does a dull reader remark that hers was a diseased state of mind?--I
answer, The more she needed to be saved from it with the only real
deliverance from any ill! But her misery, however diseased, was
infinitely more reasonable than the healthy joy of such as trouble
themselves about nothing. Some sicknesses are better than any but
the true health.
"I never thought you were like this, Arkie!" said Davie. "You are
just as if you had come to school to Mr. Grant! You would soon know
how much happier it is to have somebody you must mind!"
"If having me, Davie," said Donal, "doesn't help you to be happy
without me, there will not have been much good done. What I want
most to teach you is, to leave the door always on the latch, for
some one--you know whom I mean--to come in."
"Race me up the stair, Arkie," said Davie, when they came to the
foot of the spiral.
"Very well," assented his cousin.
"Which side will you have--the broad or the narrow?"
"The broad."
"Well then--one, two, three, and away we go!"
Davie mounted like a clever goat, his hand and arm on the newel, and
slipping lightly round it. Arctura's ascent was easier but slower:
she found her garments in her way, therefore yielded the race, and
waited for Donal. Davie, thinking he heard her footsteps behind him
all the time, flew up shrieking with the sweet terror of love's
pursuit.
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