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See Frontispiece. "No. It don't seem to me as I've got any feeling left," said Mrs. Mathieson. It was the fourth chapter of John at which they were both looking. "Don't it comfort you to read of Jesus being wearied?" Nettie went on, her head lying on her mother's shoulder. "Why should it, child?" "I like to read it," said Nettie. "Then I know he knows how I feel sometimes."
"Everything's to do," said Mrs. Mathieson. He swore at her. "Why can't you answer a plain question? I say, what's to do?" "There's all Nettie's things in the room at present. They are all to move up stairs, and the red bedstead to bring down." "No, mother," said Nettie, gently, "all my things are up stairs already; there's only the cot and the bed, that I couldn't move." Mrs.
Folke paused, with a face so full of thought, of eagerness, and of love, that none of the children spoke and some of them wondered. And before Mr. Folke spoke again the superintendent's little bell rang; and they all stood up to sing. But Nettie Mathieson hardly could sing; it seemed to her so glorious a thing to be that sort of a peacemaker. Could she be one?
Nettie in vain said she was well enough to go upstairs; her father cut the question short, and bade Mrs. Mathieson go up and get anything Nettie wanted. When she had left the room, he stooped his head down to Nettie and said low "What was that about your lip?" Nettie started; she thought he would fancy it had been done, if done at all, when he gave her the push at the frame-house.
But work must be done; and when the song had ceased, for it went on some time, Mrs. Mathieson wiped her tears with her apron and called, "Nettie!" "Yes, mother. Coming." "Fetch down your school-cloak, child." She went back to her room, and presently Nettie came in with the cloak, looking placid as usual, but very pale. "Are you singing up there to keep yourself warm, child?"
In sweet belief I know What way my life doth go Since God permitteth so That must be best." Slowly she said the words, with her usual sober, placid face; and Mrs. Mathieson was mute. For some weeks, as the spring breathed warmer and warmer, Nettie revived; so much that her mother at times felt encouraged about her. Mr. Mathieson was never deceived.
But she did not tell her hopes or her joys to her mother; she only told her thanks to the Lord; and that she did till she fell asleep. The next morning Nettie was well enough to get up and dress herself. That was all she was suffered to do by father or mother. Mr. Mathieson sent Barry for water and wood, and himself looked after the fire while Mrs.
"He gave his word there was to be oysters, warn't it?" called another man from the top of the ladder. "Punch and oysters," said Mathieson, hammering away, "or I've raised the last frame I ever will raise, for him. I expect he'll stand it." "Oysters aint much count," said another speaker. "I'd rather have a slice of good sweet pork any day." "Father," said Nettie.
Please don't, father." "You think of folks, anyhow. You're a regular peacemaker!" exclaimed Mr. Mathieson as he turned away and left her. Nettie stood still, the flush paling on her cheek, her hand pressed to her side. "Am I that?" she thought. "Shall I be that? Oh Lord, my Saviour, my dear Redeemer, send thy peace here!" She was still in the same place and position when Barry came in again.
Mathieson checked herself, held up her head and dried her tears. Nettie lay down wearily. "I will stay here, mother," she said, "till tea is ready; and then I will come." Mrs. Mathieson went to attend to it. When Nettie went into the other room, her father was sitting there. She said nothing however, and even for some time did not look in his face to see what he might have to say to her.
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