The gates ajar. By Elizabeth Stuart Phelps.

The Gates Ajar. 89
"But I thought that God took care of us,
and angels, like Gabriel and the rest, if I ever
thought anything about it, which I am inclined
to doubt."
"' God works by the use of means,' as the
preachers say. Why not use Roy as well as
Gabriel? What archangel could understand
and reach the peculiarities of your nature as
he could? or, even if understanding, could so
love and bear with you? What is ta be done?
Will they send Roy to the planet Jupiter to
take care of somebody's else sister?"
I laughed in spite of myself; nor did the
laugh seem to jar upon the sacred stillness
of the place. Her words were drawing away
the bitterness, as the sun was blotting the dull,
dead greens of the ivy into its glow of golden
color.
"But the Bible, Aunt Winifred."
"The Bible does not say a great deal on this
point," she said, "but it does not contradict
me. In fact. it helps me; and, moreover, it
would uphold me in black and white if it
were n't for one little obstacle."
"And that?"
"That frowning'original Greek,' which Gai
Hamilton denounces with her righteous indig6