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He crumpled the letter in his hands, and was on the point of throwing it away, when his mood changed, and he softened. By the side of Miss Wilbur poor little Nettie was a willful child. A few days after there came to him a pamphlet directed in a woman's hand. Its title page struck him as something utterly new, but it was only the first of a flood of similar publications. "The Coming Conflict.
I often think, when I am looking at somebody, of those words 'If thou knewest the gift of God, thou wouldest have asked of him, and he would have given thee living water." With that, Mrs. Mathieson cast down her book and burst into such a passion of weeping that Nettie was frightened. It was like the breaking up of an icy winter.
A little girl in a wretched attic, whose sick mother had no bread, knelt down by the bedside, and said slowly: "Give us this day our daily bread." Then she went into the street and began to wonder where God kept his bread. She turned around the corner and saw a large, well-filled baker's shop. "This," thought Nettie, "is the place."
The rising sun had touched the white with a spirit of gold, and my heart beat and sang within me. I remember now the snowy shoulder of the down, sunlit against the bright blue sky. And presently I saw the woman I loved coming through the white still trees. . . . I had made a goddess of Nettie, and behold she was a fellow-creature!
A different man might; and Nettie wasn't sure of her refusal to listen...to the end. But she was familiar with Gerrit's unbending conception of the necessity of truth alone. If he married a woman, yellow, black, anything, he would perform, the obligation to the entire boundary of his promise. Good and bad seemed equally united against her.
She was out of hearing too soon to catch her mother's answer: "She's just worked up over the wedding, and being a flower-girl and all." "Well, I don't believe," stated Aunt Nettie with the assurance that spinsters are wont to show in discussing such matters, "that it's good for children to let them work themselves up that way. She'll be as much upset as the bridegroom if Helen does back out."
They elected a committee of five Ruth, Nettie, Lluella, Sarah Fish and Mary Cox to have charge of the collection of the fund, and to go immediately to Mrs. Tellingham and show her what money was already promised and how much more could be expected within ten days. There was enough, they knew, to warrant the preceptress in having the work of tearing away the ruins begun.
Things meaner than that!" I can see her now pleading with me, speaking with a frankness as bright and amazing as the dawn of the first great morning. "It wasn't all mean," I said slowly, after a pause. "No!" They spoke together. "But a woman chooses more than a man does," Nettie added. "I saw it all in little bright pictures. Do you know that jacket there's something You won't mind my telling you?
Slowly Nettie turned away, and slowly made the few steps from the door to the corner. She felt very blue indeed; coming out of the warm store the chill wind made her shiver. Just at the corner somebody stopped her. "Nettie!" said the voice of the little French baker, "what ails you? you look not well." Nettie gave her a grateful smile, and said she was well. "You look not like it," said Mme.
The house was very small, only two rooms downstairs and two up, with an attic over all, but everything was neat and clean, and the dishes, of course, were set out in an orderly manner upon a white tablecloth. The dish of smoking toast flanked by the rice pudding made an excellent meal. Nettie poured the tea and served her guest in the most hospitable way.
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