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They were usually alone in the evenings, though not usually sitting down quietly with no work on hand. Nettie had her Sunday-school lesson, and was busy with that, on one side of the fire. Mrs. Mathieson on the other side sat and watched her. After a while Nettie looked up and saw her mother's gaze, no longer on her, fixed mournfully on the fire and looking through that at something else.
Then he said, "What must I do, Nettie?" "Believe on the Lord Jesus Christ." "How, child?" "Father, the best way is to ask him, and he will tell you how. If you are only willing to be his servant if you are willing to give yourself to the Lord Jesus are you willing, father?" "I am willing, anything! if he will have me," said Mr. Mathieson.
Mathieson's heart was so heavy that her work dragged; and when Nettie came out and sat down to her Sunday-school lesson, her mother kept watching her for a long time with a dull, listless face, quite still and idle. The child's face was busy over her Bible, and Mrs. Mathieson did not disturb her, till Nettie lifted her head to glance at the clock.
He has promised to hear prayer; and I have prayed to him, and I feel sure he will save us." Mrs. Mathieson was weeping bitterly. "So don't you cry, mother. Trust! 'Only believe' don't you remember Jesus said that? Just believe him, mother. I do."
Mathieson could not be made to see it. Indeed he was little at home except when he was eating. Nettie had been in Barry's room one evening, putting it to rights; through the busy day it had somehow been neglected. Mrs.
Nettie lifted her head from his shoulder and met his eyes. "If you would come to Jesus, father!" "What?" said Mr. Mathieson. "I don't know anything about that, Nettie. I aint fit." "Jesus will take you anyhow, father, if you will come." "We'll talk about that some other time," said Mr. Mathieson, "when you get well." "But suppose I don't get well, father?" "Eh? " said Mr. Mathieson, startled.
Bodinier and Lusk report instances of the delivery of an extrauterine fetus by the vagina; and Mathieson relates the history of the delivery of a living ectopic child by the vagina, with recovery of the mother. Gordon speaks of a curious case in a negress, six months pregnant, in which an extrauterine fetus passed down from the posterior culdesac and occluded the uterus.
You get dressed, and I'll make the fire ready. It's beautiful out, mother." Mrs. Mathieson made no answer, and Nettie went to work with the fire. It was an easy matter to put in some paper and kindle the light wood; and when the kettle was on, Nettie went round the room softly setting it to rights as well as she could. Then glanced at her father, still sleeping.
Mathieson went out; and Nettie returned to her mother. She was sitting where she had left her. Barry was gone. "Mother, wont you have something to eat?" "I can't eat, child. Have you had anything yourself?" Nettie had seized a remnant of her father's toast, and was munching it hastily. "Mother, wont you put on your gown and come to church this afternoon? Do! It will rest you. Do, mother!"
"Heaven knows! if it isn't to break my back, and my heart together. I thought I had enough to manage before, but here's this man coming, and I've got to get everything ready for him by to-morrow night." "Who is it, mother?" "It's one of your father's friends; so it's no good," said Mrs. Mathieson. "But where can he sleep?" Nettie asked, after a moment of thinking. Her mother paused.
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