"I see-yes. Was the other worth doing?"
"Certainly—if that was its appointed task."
"Things like that seem so small—as if it were all the same, whether they are done or not done."
"Ah, that is the mistake often made. Nothing in life is so small, that its doing or not doing does not matter. Everything is part of one grand whole. That gives dignity to the smallest duty."
"I suppose—" and she broke off. "Oh, it doesn't matter."
"Perhaps it does matter. What is your trouble, my child?" And the kind penetrating eyes studied her.
"I can't see what work there is for me. I couldn't take a district. Father says I'm too young—and, besides, I shouldn't know how to manage it. I did think of a class in the Sunday-school. But I hate teaching. And mother is so afraid of infection for Merryl and Frip."
"What about home duties?"
"Pen sees to all that."
"Leaving nothing for you?"