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Doctrinal points confuse you when you think upon them, and you have lain aside these thoughts and said, 'the mysteries of godliness may not be understood; but my dear sir, if this be true, why are we told to be perfect even as our 'Father in Heaven is perfect; for would not that state be godly, and could there be mysteries or fear connected with it?" "Never, never," said Aunt Hildy.
Louis and I left the room, and after an hour or so Jane went over the hill, and Aunt Hildy stepped as firmly as before she came. Poor Aunt Hildy, this was the sorrow she had borne. I was glad she knew they were dead, for uncertainty is harder to bear than certainty.
The wedded pair left our town next morning for a brief visit with Mary's friends, and returned in a few days to their little house, which was all ready for occupancy. Aunt Hildy and mother had put a "baking of victuals," according to Aunt Hildy, into the closet, and the evening of their return their own supper table was ready, with mother, Clara, Louis and me in waiting. Louis remarked on Mr.
We never called her funny, but original, and good as gold. Our family numbered now seven people, and with the farm work in addition to the daily preparation of meals, the clearing up and upsetting again of things, there were many steps to take, and Aunt Hildy was installed as our help in need.
Louis, my dear boy, it is not now, it may be just a few years yet, but it is sure to come and I love to talk with you of this change. It is natural for us to pass into the next room. If I go I must say all the things I need to first." Aunt Hildy and mother entered, and we talked again of our new friend Mary.
She never liked fiery sermons, as she called them, and believed that the only way to heap coals of fire on the head of the unrighteous, was by living so rightly as to make them ashamed of their ways and do better. Mr. Benton and Louis walked with Ben and aunt Hildy, and our ride home was a nearly silent one.
It would be now only a few days to Mr. Benton's return, and I dreaded it, never thinking of him without a shudder passing over me; Aunt Hildy would have called it "nervous creepin'." I felt that this was wrong, and especially so since I knew I was thus hindered in the well-doing for which I so longed.
My eyes told him that my heart was glad for the little comfort he could give this man whose perfidy had given me sorrow, and Clara said: "To help one lost lamb to find the fold is the blessed work my boy should always do." Aunt Hildy raised both hands at sight of our pictures, exclaiming: "Beautiful! beautiful! Splendid!
"Say, Miss Hildy," he cried, eagerly, "do ye like be still, ye critter; hesh, I tell ye! do you like purps?" "'Purps, Bubble?" repeated Hilda, wonderingly. "What are they? And what have you there, your poor old cat? Let her go! For shame, you naughty boy!" "Puppies, he means," whispered Pink.
I never washed the dishes so quickly; milkpans were despatched speedily to the buttery shelves, and at last Aunt Hildy, who was kneading bread, stopped, and looking at me, said: "What on airth are you going to do? you work as if you was a gettin' reddy to go to a weddin', or somethin' Is there doins on hand among the folks?"
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