"No," said Helen to her friend who urged, "I really cannot go this evening.
I am going to prayer-meeting; my 'corner' is there."
"Your 'corner'! What do you mean?"
Then Helen told about the knives.
"Well," the friend said, "if you will not go with me, perhaps I will with you," and they went to the prayer-meeting.
"You helped us ever so much with the singing this evening," their pastor said to them as they were going home. "I was afraid you would not be here."
"It was owing to our Georgia," said Helen. "She seemed to think she must do what she could, if it were only to clean the knives." Then she told him the story.
"I believe I will go in here again," said the minister, stopping before a poor little house. "I said yesterday there was no use; but I must do what I can."
In the house a sick man was lying. Again and again the minister had called, but the invalid would not listen to him. Tonight the minister said, "I have come to tell you a little story." Then he told him about Georgia Willis, about her knives and her little corner, and her "doing what she could." The sick man wiped the tears from his eyes, and said, "I will find my corner, too. I will try to shine for Jesus." And the sick man was Georgia's father.
Jesus, looking down at her that day, said, "She hath done what she could," and gave the blessing.
"I believe I will not go for a walk," said Helen, hesitatingly. "I will finish that dress of mother's; I suppose I can if I think so."