It is very probable that the
poignant depth of exquisite happiness he felt in that hour never
would have come to him had he not lost Eileen and found her again
so much more worth loving. Linda wandered down the beach until
she reached the lighthouse rocks. She climbed on a high one and
sat watching the sea as it sprayed just below. Peter Morrison
followed her.
"May I come up?" he asked.
"Surely," said Linda, "this belongs to the Lord; it isn't mine."
So Peter climbed up and sat beside her.
"How did the landscape appeal to you when you left the campfire?"
inquired Linda.
"I should think the night cry might very well be Eight o'clock
and all's well," answered Peter.
"'God's in his heaven, all's right with the world?'" Linda put it
in the form of a question.
"It seems to be for John and Eileen," said Peter.
"It is for a number of people," said Linda. "I had a letter from
Marian today. I had written her to ask if she would come to us
for the summer, in spite of the change in our plans; but Mr. Snow
has made some plans of his own. He is a very astute individual.
He wanted Marian to marry him at once and she would not, so he
took her for a short visit to see his daughter at her
grandmother's home in the northern part of the state. Marian
fell deeply in love with his little girl, and of course those
people found Marian charming, just as right-minded people would
find her. When she saw how the little girl missed her father and
how difficult it was for him to leave her, and when she saw how
she would be loved and appreciated in that fine family, she
changed her mind.
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