"It's tiresome, I guess, ain't it?"
"Yes sometimes."
"Well, I used to think, if folks was good, things wouldn't happen to 'em. That's what I thought. That was my study of divinity. And when everything on earth happened to me, I just concluded it was because I warn't a bit too good to deserve it. Now I'm beat to see you lie there. I don't see what is the use of being good, if it don't get none."
"Oh, Mrs. Harbonner!" said Daisy, "I am glad my foot was broken."
"Well, I'm beat!" was all Mrs. Harbonner could say. "You air, be you?"
"It hasn't done me any harm at all; and it has done me a great deal of good."
Mrs. Harbonner stood staring at Daisy.
"The promise is sure," said Mrs. Benoit. "All things shall work together for good to them that love God!"
The other woman wheeled about, and looked at her for an instant with a sharp keen eye of note-taking; then she returned to Daisy.
"Well, I suppose I'll tell Hephzibah she won't see you again till summer's over; so she may as well give over thinking about it."