“Too much, I am afraid! But Herbert said you were very useful at the Work Society at Wil’sbro’.”
“Not now.”
“Indeed!”
“No,” in the old cold dry tone. But while Jenny was doubting whether to inquire further, innate sympathy conquered, and Anne added, “I wonder whether I did wrong!”
“As how?” asked Joanna, kindly.
“They said”—she lowered her voice—“I must never speak on religious subjects.”
“How do you mean? What had you done?”
“One day I found a woman crying because her husband had gone away to seek work, so I told her my husband was further away and repeated the texts I like. She was so much comforted that I printed them on a card for her.”
“Was that all?”
“No; there was another poor dear that was unhappy about her baby; and when I bade her pray for it, she did not know how, so I had to tell her a little. There is one who does know her Saviour, and I did love to have a few words of peace with her.”