PARTFOUR-LIFEATMOORHOUSECHAPTERTWENTY-ONESt.John'sSecret "Butperhapsyouarelonely."hesaid."I'mnotlonelyyet,andI'msureI'llbeverybusywithmywork.""Well,Ithinkyoushouldworkhard.Don'tthinkaboutyourpast.Ayearago,Iwasunhappyalso.Thequietlifeinthecountrywasboringtome,andIthoughtaboutchangingmywork.SuddenlyIrealizedthatGodhadananswerforme.Hewastellingmetobeamissionary!Noworkisgreaterthanthat!Sincethen,Ihavebeenhappy,gettingreadytoleaveEnglandandtravelingaroundtheworld,servingGod.But...Idohaveonehumanproblem.IhavepromisedGodIwillovercomethisprobleminmylife."IwaslisteningtohimsocloselythatIdidnothearthesoundsofsomeonewalkingnearby. "Goodevening,Mr.Rivers!"saidasweetvoice.St.Johnjumpedup,andthenturnedslowlytofacetheperson.Agirldressedinwhitewasstandingthere.Whenshetookoffherhat,wesawherbeautifulface.St.John'sfaceturnedred,andhelookedatthegroundashesaid, "Itisalovelyevening,butisn'titlateforyoutobeoutsidealone?""Oh,Fathertoldmetherewasanewgirls'school,andIjusthadtoseeit!Iwantedtomeetthenewteacher.Thatmustbeyou,"shesaidtome,smiling. "Doyoulikeyourlittlehouse,andthestudents?"IknewthatthismustbeMissOliver,whohadpaidforthefurnitureinmyhouse.