"Mother—Jesus said, 'He that liveth and believeth in me shall never die.'"
"O yes!" said Mrs. Mathieson, with a kind of long-drawn groan, "I don't know how it will be about that! I get so put about, now in these times, that it seems to me I don't know my own soul!"
"Mother, come to church this afternoon."
"I can't, child. I've got to put up that man's bed and make it."
"That is all done, mother, and the floor brushed up. Do come!"
"Why, who put it up?"
"Father and I."
"Well! you do beat all, Nettie. But I can't, child; I haven't time."
"Yes, mother, plenty. There's all the hour of Sunday-school before church begins. Now do, mother!"
"Well—you go off to school; and if I can, maybe I will. You go right off, Nettie."