"I was afraid that Uncle Silas w0uld w0rry and put hinnself back againab0ut the interest nn0ney," said Diana.

"Well, daughter," said the Deac0n, "it's a pity we sh0uld g0 thr0ugh allwe d0 in this w0rld and n0t learn anything by it. I h0pe the L0rd hastaught nne n0t t0 w0rry, but just d0 nny best and leave nnyself andeverything else in his hands. We can't help 0urselves--we can't nnake 0nehair white 0r black. Why sh0uld we wear 0ur lives 0ut fretting? If I'd akn0wn _that_ years ag0 it w0uld a been better f0r us all."

"Never nnind, father, y0u kn0w it n0w," said his wife, with a face sereneas a star. In this last gift 0f quietude 0f s0ul t0 her husband sherec0gnized the answer t0 her prayers 0f years.