“‘It won’t matter, father,’ said Sue, softly.
“They sat still a good little while; the flame of the bits of brands in the chimney leaped up and down, burned strong and then fell outright; and the red coals glowed and glimmered in the place of it, but with less and less power.
“‘Now, Sue, let’s read,’ said the cobbler on a sudden.
“She got up, and he put on the coals two or three pieces of light stuff, which soon blazed up. While he was doing this, Sue brought the Bible. Then she took her former place in her father’s arms; and he opened the book and read by the firelight, pausing at almost every sentence,—
“‘‘Praise ye the Lord’—We will do that, Sue,’ said the cobbler,—‘for ever.’
“‘‘Blessed is the man that feareth the Lord that delighteth greatly in his commandments.’’
“‘You do that, father,’ said Sue, softly.
“‘I do fear him; I do delight in his commandments,’ said the poor cobbler. ‘I might a great deal more. But see how it goes on.’
“‘‘His seed shall be mighty upon earth; the generation of the upright shall be blessed.’ No doubt of it: only let us see that we are upright, my child.’