"And then—what does the book do?"
"The book?" Dolly repeated again. "O Rupert! it tells of the Friend that can do everything!" Her eyes flushed with tears and she clasped her hands as she spoke.
"What?" said Rupert; for her action was eloquent, and he was curious; and besides he liked to make her talk.
Dolly looked at him and saw that the question was serious. She opened her book.
"Listen. 'Let your conversation be without covetousness; and be content with such things as ye have; for He hath said, I will never leave thee nor forsake thee. So that we may boldly say, The Lord is my helper, and I will not fear what man shall do unto me.'"
"That makes pretty close work of it. Can you get hold of that rope? and how much strain will it bear?"
"I believe it will bear anything," said Dolly slowly and thoughtfully; "if one takes hold with both hands. I guess the trouble with me is, that I only take hold with one."
"What do you do with the other hand?"
"Stretch it out towards something else, I suppose. For, see here, Rupert;—'Thou wilt keep him in perfect peace, whose mind is stayed on Thee; because he trusteth in Thee.'—I am just ashamed of myself!" said Dolly, breaking down and bursting into tears.
"What for?" said Rupert.