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"All things shall work together for good to them that love God!" The other woman wheeled about and looked at her for an instant with a sharp keen eye of note-taking; then she returned to Daisy. "Well I suppose I'll tell Hephzibah she won't see you again till summer's over; so she may as well give over thinking about it." "Do you think Hephzibah wants to learn, Mrs. Harbonner?"
Harbonner, he did not do it. It was an accident. It wasn't anybody's fault." "It wouldn't ha' happened if I had been there, I can tell you!" said Hephzibah's mother. "I don't think much of a man if he ain't up to taking care of a woman; and a child above all. Now how long are you goin' to be in this fix?" "I don't know.
"Miss Daisy shall have all, who she will," was the answer; and it was arranged so; and Mrs. Harbonner took her departure. Lingering a minute at the door, whither Juanita attended her, she made one or two enquiries and remarks about Daisy, answered civilly and briefly by Mrs. Benoit. "Poor little toad!" said Mrs. Harbonner, drawing her shawl tight round her for the last time.
"I couldn't come till to-day," said Daisy, taking a chair. "I came as soon as I could." Partly from policy, partly because she felt very sober, she left it to Mrs. Harbonner to do most of the talking. "I never see more'n a few folks that thought much of doing what they said they'd do without they found their own account in it.
Now go and get ready for dinner, and your part of your birthday." Daisy went very soberly. To see Mrs. Harbonner and her daughter again, and to do them all sorts of good, had been a dream of hers, ever since the morning. Now this was shut off. She was very sorry. How were the rich to do good to the poor, if they never come together? A question which Daisy thought about while she was dressing.
I think I can do it better here than at home, because my bed is so close to the window, I can look right out." "I shall not let you be moved just yet, Daisy. Good-night. I will see what's her name?" "Harbonner Hephzibah Harbonner." "Good-night."
Harbonner, he did not do it. It was an accident. It wasn't anybody's fault." "It wouldn't ha' happened if I had been there, I can tell you!" said Hephzibah's mother. "I don't think much of a man if he ain't up to taking care of a woman; and a child above all. Now how long are you goin' to be in this fix?" "I don't know.
"Well, I guess she does." "Wouldn't she come here and get her lessons? Couldn't she come to see me every day while I am here?" "I 'spose she'd jump out of her skin to do it," said Mrs. Harbonner. "Hephzibah's dreadful sot on seeing you." "Mrs. Benoit," said Daisy, "may I have this little girl come to see me every day, while I am here?"
Good-bye, Mrs. Harbonner." "But stop!" cried the woman "you hain't told me what I am to do for you." "I don't know till I get home and ask there. What would you like to do?" "My work is tailoring I learnt that trade; but beggars mustn't be choosers. I can do other things plain sewing, and washing, and cleaning, and dairy work; anything I can do."
Now I'm beat to see you lie there. I don't see what is the use of being good, if it don't get none." "O Mrs. Harbonner!" said Daisy "I am glad my foot was broken." "Well, I'm beat!" was all Mrs. Harbonner could say. "You air, be you?" "It hasn't done me any harm at all; and it has done me a great deal of good." Mrs. Harbonner stood staring at Daisy. "The promise is sure," said Mrs. Benoit.
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