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Updated: June 23, 2025
Prayer, my sin-beset brethren, standfast prayer, is the otherwise unidentified haemony whose best habitat was the Garden of Gethsemane; and with that holy root in your heart and in your mouth, there is "no enchantment against Jacob, neither is there any divination against Israel." "Thou shalt be called Hephzibah, and thy land Beulah." Isaiah.
You would not like anybody to take them, if they belonged to you." "It don't make no odds," said Hephzibah sturdily, but looking down at the same time. "He'll get it out of us some other way." "Get it out of you?" said Daisy. "Yes." "What do you mean?" "He gets it out of everybody," said Hephzibah. "Tain't no odds." "But Hephzibah, if those trees were yours, would you like to have Mr.
Hephzibah would have told you that it was only the sun on Otter Creek down in Johnson's meadows. As for the nights, even sleep brought little relief to Hephzibah; for her dreams were of hungry mouths that could not be filled, and of dirt-streaked floors that would not come clean.
"Do you know how to read, Hephzibah?" The child first shook her shaggy head then nodded it. What that meant, Daisy was somewhat at a loss. "Do you know your letters?" Hephzibah nodded. "What is that letter?" Daisy had not forgotten to bring a reading book, and now put Hephzibah through the alphabet, which she seemed to know perfectly, calling each letter by its right name.
I said nothing to Hephzibah or Frances of my talk with Lady Carey or with Heathcroft. I was not proud of my share in the putting up of "the notice boards." I did not mention meeting either the titled aunt or the favored nephew. I kept quiet concerning them both and nervously awaited developments. There were none immediately. That day and the next passed and nothing of importance happened.
I'm always myself there's never anything else I can be, Theron, never!" And Hephzibah threw her apron over her head and ran from the room, crying bitterly. "Well, by gum!" muttered the man, as he dropped heavily into the nearest chair. For some days the picture stayed on the shelf over the kitchen sink, where it had been placed by Theron as the quickest means of its disposal.
"What about the farm?" "Well, I wasn't just thinking of the farm." The two ladies smiled into each other's faces. "She is a good child," observed Mrs. Gurridge affectionately, after awhile. "Or she wouldn't be her father's child." "Or your daughter, Hephzibah," said Sarah Gurridge sincerely. The two relapsed into silence.
Harbonner was so sharp and queer, though not unkindly towards herself, that Daisy was at a loss how to go on; and moreover, a big thought began to turn about in her head. "Poverty ain't no shame, but it's an inconvenience," said Mrs. Harbonner. "Hephzibah may stay to home and be stupid, when she's as much right to be smart as anybody.
But when at last she began to believe at least to the extent of believing that I had sent the telegram her next remark was characteristic. "But I I can't go, Hosy," declared Hephzibah. "I CAN'T. Who who would take care of the cat and the hens?" In Which Hephzy and I and the Plutonia Sail Together
Daisy then asked if she could read words; and getting an assenting nod again, she tried her in that. But here Hephzibah's education was defective; she could read indeed, after a fashion; but it was a slow and stumbling fashion; and Daisy and she were a good while getting through a page. Daisy shut the book up. "Now, Hephzibah," said she, "do you know anything about what is in the Bible?"
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