“And give up your hope of becoming a teacher?” inquired her mother.
“Perhaps not,” replied Jessie. “I may be able to fit myself for teaching, even in a mill. Girls have done such things, and why not I?”
“But I never can let you go off alone into a factory,” said Mrs. Hapley. “If you go, I must go, too.”
“Well, mother,” added Jessie, after a pause, “we’ll manage to get along some how, only don’t let us get discouraged. We know it is all for the best, and every thing will come out right in the end. When I feel sad, I repeat to myself that beautiful hymn Mr. Merrill read at Benny’s funeral—do you remember it, mother?” and Jessie recited the following verses:—
“O Father, good or evil send,
As seemeth best to thee,
And teach my stubborn soul to bend
In love to thy decree.
“Whatever come, if thou wilt bless
The brightness and the gloom,