“Do you know that, when your father hears of it, he will turn you out of your home?”
“He said so—did he tell you so?”
“He did, but he could not have meant it.”
“Oh! yes,” she said sadly, “he would do it; he would think it a duty, a matter of principle.”
“It would be very ungrateful.”
“Ungrateful! Was I not bound to work for him who gave me life? He worked hard for us, and in the time of trouble we owed it to him.”
“But if he throws you off, what will become of him?”
“That is the saddest part; but I know God will take care of him.”
“Remember, Maheleth, that either for yourself or for him (for your sake) you must never hesitate to call upon me. Promise me that.”
It was the first time he had called her Maheleth. She blushed and looked down, saying: