Those two would circumvent her some day; the longer she lived the more sure she was of it, and the more would it cut her to the quick. Every year she fought against it (if one can fight with no antagonist), the more rebelliously she was set against it. There was but one hope for her: that she would outlive one of them; she hoped to outlive both of them.
V. DAILY BREAD AND DAILY WILL.
“We walk by faith and not by sight.”
“Creatures of reason do not necessarily become
unreasonable when they consent to walk by faith; nor
do creatures of trust necessarily become faithless
when they are gladdened in a walk by sight.”
Judith sat in the bay-window with a book in her lap; a box of books had come by express to Miss Judith G. Mackenzie the very day her Cousin Don sailed for Genoa; they were books written for children; they were all Judith’s own.
With the light of the sunset in her face, Judith sat reading Jean Ingelow’s “Stories Told to a Child.”