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'Pawliney, I wish you'd come down and sing a little, the house is terrible lonesome since mother's gone. And Pauline sang, in her full, sweet tones: "God moves in a mysterious way His wonders to perform." 'God is good, Pawliney? 'Yes, father. 'He never makes mistakes? 'Oh, no, father. 'You believe that, Pawliney? 'Yes, yes, I know it, father.
'Well, I don't see how there's any other way for them to get acquainted, retorted his wife. 'Pawliney can't be spared to go trapesing up to Boston.
Richard Everidge had been married for three years now, and had a little girl. She clasped her hands with one quick cry of pain. What must he have thought of her all these years? Her friend, who had always been so kind! so kind! 'Pawliney! called her father, in the querulous accents of one whose brain is weakening.
The deacon looked at her curiously. 'Hard up, air ye, Pawliney? Well, well, don't colour up so, we all hev our scarce times. I ain't partial to payin' forehanded, but you was awful kind to Mis' Croaker when her rheumatiz was bad on her, an' I ain't one ter forgit a favour. Cum in, Pawliney, while I git the money. Mis' Croaker will be rale pleased; she thinks you're the best spinner in the valley.
A mocking laugh was the only reply as he disappeared round a bend of the road. Pauline went slowly back to the house feeling bruised and stunned. 'Pawliney, piped her father in his shrill voice, 'where's Lemuel? I told him to take the horse to the forge, and hoe the potatoes, and weed the onions, and go to the woods for a load.
And her voice rang out triumphantly in another stanza: "Judge not the Lord by feeble sense, But trust Him for His grace: Behind a frowning providence He hides a smiling face." 'Here's the mortgage money, Pawliney, said Stephen, as he handed her a roll of bank-notes.
'She has been a good girl, and she deserves a holiday. He patted Pauline's hand kindly. 'Oh, of course! sniffed Mrs Harding in high dudgeon; 'some folks must always have what they cry for. I can be kep' awake nights with the baby, and work like a slave in the day time, but that doesn't signify as long as Pawliney gets to her grand relations.
She hurried down, and mechanically heated water, and did what she could to help the stricken woman, but before the doctor could reach the house, the Angel of Death had swept over the threshold, and Pauline and her father were left alone. 'Here's a letter for yer, Pawliney.
And she had answered with her brave, sweet faith, 'Not yet, father, but he'll come by-and-by. God knows. 'Yes, God knows, said the old man with a peaceful smile, 'I think I'll go to sleep now, I'm very tired. You've been a good girl, Pawliney; a good girl. God bless you, my dear. When the evening came Pauline laid her hand softly on the wrinkled brow, from which the shadows had forever lifted.
Her father grew daily more childish, and needed more constant watching, but she found time to read to Polly many a snatch from her favourite authors, and Tryphosa's Bible lay always open near her hand. At last the day came when, in the full noontide, her father had called to her in his weak voice, 'It's gettin' dark, Pawliney, and Lemuel's not come home.
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