"'Yes,' she said; 'the days are all long without mother.'
"He started as she said it; then said, 'I'm very glad she isn't here.'
"'Glad! father?'
"'Yes, glad; for'—he said almost in a whisper—'they never hunger there. I wish we were there too.'
"He laid his head on her shoulder, while the words came fast: 'No work—I have hunted, hunted everywhere. I have been ready to give up, and then I would think of you, Lizzie, and I kept on; but there's no work to be had. O Lizzie, Lizzie, I could bear it if it weren't for you!'
"She said nothing, but kept stroking his hair with her little hand, while her face looked very sad.
"'I will try once more, to-morrow, though I know there's no use.'
"'Perhaps you can find something, father. Don't despair. God will take care of us. Shall I say mother's psalm, father?'
"He only nodded his head, and she began: 'I will bless the Lord at all times. His praise shall continually be in my mouth.'
"'Does it say, "at all times," Lizzie?'