STILL WATERS. CHAPTER I. O heart of grace, that, like the lowly flowers, While iron pride is shattered like a reed, HERE was a tacit agreement on the part THERE of the brother and sisters, when they met at the breakfast-table on the following morning, to put aside the several explanations of the foregoing evening as completely as though they had never been. Ruth was in good spirits; for, although Mr. Ball's sanguine view of her mother's state had failed to reassure her, the decided improvement this morning went far to allay her uneasiness. 'Mamma seems,' she told David, 'more like |