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 oneself. 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.
