"
"Will you come in and see Phyllis?"
"Do you really mean such a kindness?"
"I do, indeed; if Phyllis is able to see you. Let us go and ask."
Harriet was idling about the parlor, dusting the already dusted
furniture as they entered. The face was as impassive as a bronze
statue. "Go and ask Miss Phillis, Harriet, if she is able to see Mr.
Millard."
In a minute she was by Phyllis's side. "Miss Phill, honey, Miss Phill,
dar's a miracle down stairs, nothin' at all less. Mass'r Richard and
Mass'r John sittin' together like two lambs, and Mass'r Richard says,
'Can you see Mass'r John a few minutes?'"
The poetic Greek said, "Destiny loves surprises," and our Christian
forefathers called all unexpected pleasures and profits, "Godsends."
I think such "Godsends" come often to those who ask them. At any rate,
Phyllis was asking this very favor, and even while the supplication
was on her lips it was granted her. It was Richard, too, who brought
John to her side; and he clasped their hands in his, and then went
away and left them together. The solemn tenderness of such a meeting
needed but few words. John thought life could hardly give him again
moments so holy and so sweet. O, how precious are these sudden
unfoldings of loving-kindness! These Godsends of infinite love! He had
not dared to expect any thing for himself; he had only asked for the
life of Phyllis, and it had been given him with that royal compassion
that adds, "grace unto favor.
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