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"The spinet won't mind that; it is used to being alone," Celia answered cheerfully, standing before the mirror, fastening an oak leaf on her dress. It reminded her that even if her heart was heavy and her life full of difficulties, she could still be courageous. "Things are sure to come right in the Forest," she had said to herself again and again.
Now we appear on the stage, to act what part God designed us; and as faith is the evidence of things not seen, so we, upon so righteous a cause, cheerfully resolved to suffer what that would drive us to, which afflictions were neither few nor small, as you will find.
"It don't look very hopeful," said Captain Passford, as he joined the commander at the door of the engine-room. "Oh, I think we shall be all right now!" replied Captain Breaker very cheerfully. "I have found where the shoal is now, and I know where to find deeper water. Keep her going astern, Mr. Vapoor."
"Thinkright says sensitiveness is only selfishness. I hope it's not that." "Why, what has made you think Edna offended?" Sylvia's lip trembled. "Oh, little things. Tiny things. Things a man would probably not notice. She didn't kiss me good-night last evening." John feared the speaker was going to cry. "She didn't me, either," he responded cheerfully. "I didn't think anything of it.
When I was taken down with this rheumatiz and the hospital doctors in New York told me I could never think of pacing my own quarter no more, we had just enough left invested in good securities for us to live on the int'rest." "And the old place, here, Ira," added his wife cheerfully. "Which ain't much more than a shelter," he rejoined rather bitterly.
She shrugged her shoulders and smiled cheerfully on him. "Oh yes, I wrote it," she said. "But what of that, M. de Tignonville?" "What of that?" "Yes, Monsieur, what of that? Did you think it was written out of love for you?" He was staggered for the moment by her coolness. "Out of what, then?" he cried hoarsely. "Out of what, then, if not out of love?"
While our friends yet trembled with this sensation, quick steps ascended to their door, and then followed a sharp, anxious tug at the bell. "Ah!" cried Frank, prophetically, "here's the father of our adopted son;" and he opened the door. The gentleman who appeared there could scarcely frame the question to which Frank replied so cheerfully: "O yes; he's here, and snug in bed, and fast asleep.
Ladies like Aunt Mary are apt to scorn such futilities as waning styles after they pass beyond a certain age, and for that reason there was no place for Jack’s violets. "Never mind," he said cheerfully, having followed her dubiousness with his understanding. "Just hang on to them a minute longer, and we’ll be out of all this."
That is one reason why there is so much sowing and so little reaping in Christian work to-day. But, on the other hand, we have sometimes to do as Jesus was driven to do in this incident; namely, to forgo cheerfully, after brief repose, the blessed and strengthening hour of quiet.
"I'd give my right arm if I could." His worn and anxious visage touched her. "Don't fret, Kay, dear," she said soothingly. "We'll find it. We'll find out what the Hun is doing. We'll discover what this Great Secret really is. And our pigeons shall tell it to the world." And, as always, she smiled cheerfully, confidently.
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