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That hopeless sigh of Johanna's was sufficient answer, though no one spoke. But in desperate cases some women acquire a desperate courage, or rather it is less courage than faith the faith which is said to "remove mountains" the belief that to the very last there must be something to be done, and, if it can be done, they will have strength to do it.
She knew nothing of the years and years that had had to be lived through before those kind eyes looked as clear and cloudless as now; before the voice had gained the sweet evenness of tone which she liked to listen to, and felt that it made her quiet and "good," almost like Johanna's.
At Johanna's entrance, she started, grew very red, and hastily raised the instrument to her shoulder. "What are you doing, Ephie? You are wasting a great deal of time," said Johanna in the tone of mild reproof that came natural to her, in speaking to her little sister. "Is anything the matter to-day?
There are times when a laugh is better than a reproach; and something else, which need not be more particularly explained, is safer than either. It is possible Hilary tried the experiment, and then resumed her "say." "Now, Robert put yourself in my place, and try to think for me. I have been Johanna's child for thirty years; she is entirely dependent upon me.
So wid that I'd take a race home and be tellin' you all the iligant thing was after happenin'. And in the middle of it who'd come landin' in but me father and mother, and little Dan. And then, if it isn't the grand cup of tay I'd be makin' her, ay begorra would I, and a sugarstick to stir it wid." Johanna's vision of the millennium was broken in upon querulously by Thady.
Olaf's household devolved upon her aunt, Johanna Vavrika, a superstitious, doting woman of fifty. When Clara was a little girl her mother died, and Johanna's life had been spent in ungrudging service to her niece.
"I can see for myself, thank you. I have eyes in my head as well as anyone else," she exclaimed at length; and to Johanna's amazed: "Ephie!" she retorted: "Yes, Joan, you think no one has a right to be rude but yourself." Johanna was more hurt by these words than she would have confessed.
Ellen went out with the little ones, who could hardly be persuaded to come out of their corner; but it was not long before their chattering voices could be heard out on the grass. Pelle sat with his hand on Johanna's forehead, staring straight before him. He had been rudely awakened to the horror of life once more. Convulsive tremors passed through her tortured brow.
'Thank you again for writing so kindly. 'Always, my dear Cousin, 'Affectionately yours, 'J. C. PATTESON, Missionary Bishop. The next mail carried the reply to Johanna's sympathy with the troubles of the time of sickness in the early part of the year. 'August 28, 1863. 'My dear Joan, Very full of comfort to have all your kind loving thoughts and words about our sickness.
Whenever he comes take him right up to see March. I promised John you would!" From the first hour of Johanna's attendance March began to mend. Whence she came, whither she went, as she moved in and out so pleasantly, he never thought to ask, and never found out that her bed was a pallet laid on the stair-landing just at his door. The young bloods down in the street were keenly amused.
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