OF US, A HARP AND A SPANISH JUG 5 



it is left to him, turns up trumps. These things 

 remain fixed in our memories and obliterate the 

 recollection of those innumerable opportunities 

 which we have afforded to Providence of which 

 no heed has been taken. 



I myself leave things to Providence, but not 

 from any confidence I possess in Providence. I 

 think he is a very bad man to leave things to. 

 Quite rightly he does not encourage that sort of 

 thing at all. 



But it is less trouble than seeing to things one- 

 self. It is time enough for that when one has to. 



Sometimes, moreover, it comes off. And then 

 it is delightful. 



And in the case of the harp and the milk-float, 

 remember, I had not left it to Providence at all. 

 In my mind I had provided a railway van for 

 everything. Yes, I was going to send everything 

 out in a railway van. And no railway van would 

 have been available, because the railway tells me 

 that it does not send vans outside the city 

 boundaries. But Providence saw to the matter, 

 and sent me a milk-float and a luggage cart, which 

 was positively noble of Providence. 



With this good omen we drove away from the 

 station, and presently the Valley began to open 

 out, and my head began to travel between the 

 windows. 



