Judith’s head went down on Aunt Affy’s knee.
“This man went through the ‘whole city’ beside; his own house grew into the whole city. Your life isn’t ended yet; to old folks like Uncle Cephas and me, it seems just begun. Your own house is only just the beginning of the whole city. I’ve only had my own house and Bensalem, but I seem to think there’s a whole city for you. The Lord knew about the whole city when he denied his prayer and sent him to his own house.”
Judith did not lift her head; her tears were tears of shame and penitence.
“Now, here come the men folks,” roused Aunt Affy, cheerily; “and supper they must have to keep them good-natured.”
“I am only in my ‘own house’ yet,” said Judith, as she moved about setting the supper table as she had done when she was a little girl.
XXXIII. NETTIE’S OUTING.
“Does the road wind up hill all the way?”
“Yes, to the very end.”
“Will the day’s journey take the whole, long day?”
“From morn to night, my friend.”