"Do what
you can," said Mrs. Barly, "and we'll have to get along with that."
And so we find Miss Beal at the farm by eight each morning, wishing the
day were longer, to enable her tongue to catch up to her fingers; for
she thought that she knew a thing or two, and could see what was
directly in front of her nose. "I'm nobody's fool," she said, as she
guided the cloth, snapped the thread, and rocked the treadle of the
sewing machine; and she sang to herself from morning to evening. As
the only songs she knew were from the hymnal, she sang, with a heart
overflowing with praise:
Ah how shall fallen man
Be just before his God?
If He contend in righteousness,
We sink beneath His rod. Amen.
or again:
Who place on Sion's God their trust
Like Sion's rock shall stand,
Like her immovable be fixed
By His almighty hand. Amen.
She was happy; it seemed to her that God, to whom she lifted up her
prayers, was wise and active, watching every sparrow. She was
satisfied that young folks were no better off than in her own day, but
might expect to find themselves, if they fell from grace, as wretched
as in the past.
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