“’Tisn’t but a little mite of a persecute, when we fink about Jesus’s, is it, mamma?” said Tod. “I don’t mean to even cwy, next time.”
“And remember,” added aunty, this time stroking Maybee’s rosy cheek,—“Jesus never answered back nor wished any evil upon His persecutors. He pitied them and asked God to forgive them.”
“Yes’m,” said Maybee, drawing a long breath. “I guess—I’d better not think ’bout that Tom Lawrence any more.”
III.
WILL CARTER.
“But woe unto you, scribes and Pharisees, hypocrites; for ye shut up the kingdom of heaven against men.”
“Seems’s if our minister never preached such helpful sermons,” said Miss Lomy.
She would never know how helpful her own little sermon, handed over from Maybee to Molly Dinah, and from Molly Dinah to her pastor, had proved to the latter.
He had written over his study-table,
“Unto the Lord and not unto men,”