Judith repeated: “Our Father, who art in heaven; Hallowed be thy name; Thy kingdom come; Thy will be done on earth as it is in heaven; give us this day our daily bread—Why, so it does. But I didn’t put them together before.”
“The will comes first. If we do his will, he will not forget the things we long for every day. Love his will better than your own will and wishes.”
“That’s hard,” said Judith, “I don’t know how.”
“That is what you are in the world for, to learn how.”
Judith arose and stood before the grate with sweet, grave, troubled eyes.
The yellow hair, the innocent face, the blue dress, the loving touch of lips and fingers, the growing into girlhood; how could she give them up and go?
“O, mother, mother!” cried Judith, turning at the sound of a stifled cry, “Are you worse? What shall I do?” then in a tone of quick, astonished joy, “Oh, here’s Aunt Affy at the door!”
VI. THE BEST THING IN THE WORLD.
“What’s the best thing in the world?
Something out of it, I think.”