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So what could Mrs Inglis do but press her hand, murmuring thanks in the name of her children and her husband. Miss Bethia's spirits rose. "And you'll have to be a good boy, David, and adorn the doctrine of your Saviour, so as to fill your father's place." "Miss Bethia, I can never do that. I am not good at all." "Well, I don't suppose you are.
"I am afraid he was not quite well then," said Miss Bethia, "though the sermon was good enough to have been his last. The night you repeated it to me was the first time I thought you had better be a minister. You might tell it over now, if you haven't forgotten it."
Davie and Jem used to compare notes about these "talks," and used to boast to one another about the methods they took to prevent, or interrupt, or answer them, as the case might be. But when Miss Bethia spoke about Mr Bent and the funeral, it brought back the sermon and what his father had said to him on his way home, and all the troubled thoughts that had come to him afterwards.
But she might have all that and be our little Polly still. I wonder how it will be. What do you think, Miss Bethia?" "I haven't thought about it. I don't seem to remember that there is anything said about it in the Bible. And there is no other way of knowing anything about it as I see." "No. Still one cannot but think of these things. Don't you remember, Violet?
She did not so far forget her duty as to omit her usual words of caution and counsel to each and all; but she did not mete it with her usual decision, and very nearly broke down in the middle of it. "Aunt Bethia, why don't you come home with us?" said Polly. "Mamma, why don't you ask Aunt Bethia to come home and stay with us till next summer?" "Where should we put her?
"Oh! mamma knows we can get on nicely for one night. But she will be sorry to miss your visit, Miss Bethia," said Violet. "She won't miss it. I shall have a visit with her when she gets home. And now hadn't you better put the children to bed before you set down?"
"He seems a pretty likely young man, don't he? young Mr Oswald, I mean," said Miss Bethia. The question was not addressed to any one in particular. Jem looked at Letty, and Letty looked at Davie, and they all laughed merrily.
And yet Frank was in some way reminded of the night when they read about Hobab, and waited so long for Mr Inglis to come home. David must have been reminded of it, too, for, by and by, they heard him speaking to Miss Bethia of old Tim, and about his going with his father when he preached his funeral sermon at the North Gore. "And an excellent sermon it was," said Miss Bethia.
But the only words that David heard her speak were these, and he answered: "I will try, Aunt Bethia;" but he had not voice for more. It was like a dream to him to be there in the very room where he had watched that last night with his father. It seemed to be that night again, so vividly did it all come back. "Mamma," he whispered, "can you bear it?"
That was quite settled, and in the meantime it had to be looked over and dusted and re-arranged, or rather arranged exactly as it had been left, and David handled the books "just as his father used to do," Miss Bethia said, "just as if he liked the feel of them in his hands," which he doubtless did.
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