“It seems so to me.”
“‘And David and all Israel played before God with all their might, and with singing, and with harps, and with timbrels, and with cymbals, and with trumpets.’ They were joyful with all their might. Were you as joyful as that?”
“Yes: fully as joyful as that.”
“Now see the confusion, the shame, and the fear that followed those harps and timbrels and trumpets. ‘And when they came unto the threshing-floor of Chidon, Uzza put forth his hand to hold the Ark; for the oxen stumbled. And the anger of the Lord was kindled against Uzza, and He smote him, because he put his hand to the Ark: and he died before God. And David was displeased, because the Lord had made a breach upon Uzza: wherefore that place is called Perez-uzza, to this day. And David was afraid of God that day, saying, How shall I bring the Ark of God home to me?’”
“I should think that he would have been afraid,” said Tessa; “and after he had been so sure and joyful, too.”
Miss Jewett read on: “‘So David brought not the Ark home to himself to the city of David, but carried it aside to the house of Obed-edom the Gittite.’”
Tessa raised her head to speak. “I can not understand where his mistake was; how could he have been too careful of such a treasure. Oh, how terrible and humiliating his disappointment must have been! How ashamed he was before all the people! I can bear any thing better than to be humiliated.”
“My poor, proud Tessa.”
Tessa’s tears started at the tone; these first words of sympathy overcame her utterly; she dropped her head again and cried like a child, like the little child Tessa who had had so many fits of crying.
The eyes above her were as wet as her own; once or twice warm lips touched her forehead and cheek.