"Grandma
Elsie, how are Gracie and baby?"
"I'm afraid no better, Max," she said in faltering tones; "the crisis of
the disease has not yet come; but in regard to them also we must try to
hope for the best. Indeed, whatever the result, we shall know it is for
the best," she added with tears in her soft, sweet eyes, "because 'He
doeth all things well.'"
It was Saturday, and there was no school; but Max had promised Lulu that
he would go over to Oakdale after breakfast and carry her the news in
regard to the sick children.
She was extremely anxious and distressed about them, and as soon as at
liberty to follow her inclination, hastened to a part of the grounds
overlooking the road by which he must come.
She had not been there long when she saw him approaching, walking slowly,
dejectedly along, with his eyes on the ground.
"Oh, they are no better," she said to herself; "for if they were better,
Max wouldn't hang his head like that."
She stood still, watching him with a sinking heart as he came in at the
gate and drew near her, still with his eyes cast down.
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