"That's no resolve for a Christian woman to make," John answered. "Why, Sarah, woman, how will you ever pray your prayers in church next Sunday, not to speak of to-night and to-morrow morning, without you forgive?"
"The brutes! That they should treat you so!" she said. "But I'm not going to let you go on talking now; you've got to try and sleep."
"Don't feel much like sleep," said John. "One word more. Sarah, I don't mean to hide the truth of what I know. It wouldn't be right, for others' sake. But I do want you not to go about saying a lot of hard words. It's no good, and there's bitterness enough. We've got to be kind and to forgive."
Sarah could only say tearfully—
"I'll try."
[CHAPTER VI.]
SEED-CAKE.
WINTER was setting in, and the strike continued in full force.