Oh, dear me! I had to go all over the hull ground agin, it took sights of patience and breath.
But to reckon backwards. That night after Grandma Bodley’s funeral there come up a heavy thunder shower, and I hearn Jack call out; he slept out of our room in Delight’s little crib that night, and I got up and went to him to try to soothe him, and I sez:
“Jack, are you afraid?”
His head wuz way down under the bedclothes, I could only see the ends of one or two curly locks, and I sez agin, still more soothin’ly:
“Can’t you trust the hand, Jack, that leads you through fair days? That same hand is leadin’ you through storms, Jack; can’t you trust Him?”
And Jack answered from way down under the bedclothes, “I am trusting Him jest as hard as I can, Aunt Samantha, and I am most skairt to death.”
Thinks I to myself how much like old believers that is: we trust the Lord jest as hard as we can, and yet oft-times we are most skairt to death
“When any waves of trouble rise
Acrost our peaceful breasts.”
Well, Hamen and Tamer stopped for Jack a few days after that; they had stayed a day or two with Alzina to help her settle things. They offered her a home with them, so Tamer said, and she thought it wuz very foolish and onreasonable in her to stay there in that big house all alone when she stood ready to give her a home and do everything for her. And I told her I presumed Alzina would ruther be independent.