"Morris is so _good_" she added. "Sometimes he has reminded me of the
angels who came down to earth as young men."
"I think he was a Christian before he was seven years old," said his
mother.
At night Marjorie said, when she conducted Linnet up to her chamber, that
they would go back to the blessed old times, and build castles, and
forget that Linnet was married and had crossed the ocean.
"I'm living in my castle now," returned Linnet. "I don't want to build
any more. And this is lovelier than any we ever built."
Marjorie looked at her, but she did not speak her thought; she almost
wished that she might "grow up," and be happy in Linnet's way.
With a serious face Linnet lay awake after Marjorie had fallen asleep,
thinking over and over Miss Prudence's words when she bade her
goodnight:--
"It is an experience to be married, Linnet; for God holds your two lives
as one, and each must share his will for the other; if joyful, it is
twice as joyful; if hard, twice as hard."
"Yes," she had replied, "Will says we are _heirs together_ of the grace
of life."
XXI.
MORRIS AGAIN.
"Overshadow me, O Lord,
With the comfort of thy wings."
Marjorie stood before the parlor grate; it was Saturday afternoon, and
she was dressed for travelling--not for a long journey, for she was only
going home to remain over Sunday and Monday, Monday being Washington's
Birthday, and a holiday. She had seen Linnet those few days that she
visited them on her return from her voyage, and her father and mother not
once since she came to Maple Street in September.
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