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Updated: May 11, 2025
Tode's brain didn't know, couldn't tell; but into his heart had come the knowledge that between all the evil men and women in this evil world, and those pure eyes of an angry God, there stood the blood-red cross of Christ. There were many guests to be waited on; the tables were filling rapidly.
These words, repeated again and again, fixed themselves in Tode's memory with no effort of his own. Buying and selling were matters quite in his line now, but he did not understand this. He puzzled over it awhile, then put it aside to be thought out at another time.
"You sick," he said, pausing in his work of gazing eagerly about him to bestow a pitying glance on Pliny's pale face. "Jolly! that's awful stupid work, ain't it? What's the matter?" "I should think it was," Pliny answered, laughing a little though at Tode's tone. "I've a confounded sick headache, that's what's the matter." "Pliny!" Mrs. Hastings said, rebukingly. "Oh bother, mother!
Although he had not understood the bishop's sermon, it seemed to have unsettled Tode's mind, and awakened a vague miserable dissatisfaction with himself. He was not used to such feelings. He didn't like them, and he grew cross and ugly when he found himself unable to shake them off.
Nan offered to lend him her shawl in place of a blanket, but he guessed that she needed it herself and refused her offer. In the bishop's household, Mrs. Martin was always one of the earliest to rise in the morning, and just as Tode sat down to breakfast with Nan and Little Brother, the housekeeper was going downstairs. Tode's door stood open and she saw that he was not in the room.
I might look though, if you wanted to hear." And Tode drew his precious three leaves from his vest pocket. "Oh, you carry Habakkuk about with you, do you? Well, let's have the figure by all means, only pass me that bottle of wine first." But Tode's face paled and his limbs actually shook. "I can't do it," he said at last. "You can't! Why, what's up?" "Just look for yourself, sir.
It's a poor enough place an' we're as pinched as we can be, but we'll manage somehow to squeeze out a bite and a corner for you for a day or two anyway." Tode's face expressed his satisfaction as he turned to depart. Dick too looked pleased. "Didn't I tell ye I'd got the best mother in this town?" he said, proudly, as he followed Tode down the stairs.
Now he carefully sought out the verse and carefully read it over several times; then he got down on his knees and prayed it aloud: "And of all that thou shalt give me, I will surely give the tenth unto thee." It was later in the season, quite midsummer, when the Rev. Mr. Birge, rushing eagerly down town past Tode's place of business, suddenly came to a halt.
I am sorry!" said the bishop, sadly, and then he turned to his desk, and sitting down, hid his face in his hands, and was silent. The secretary cast more than one swift, sidewise glance at him, but dared say no more then. After a while the bishop drew his Bible toward him. It opened at the fourteenth chapter of John, and there lay Tode's poor little soiled and blotted note.
"Very well then. Tode, you may come below in five minutes, and I shall be ready." Tode went and came with alacrity, and stood waiting and enjoying while the two drained their glasses. There was a little wet sugar left in the bottom of Pliny's glass, and he, catching a glance from Tode's watchful eye, suddenly held it forth, and spoke in kindly tone: "Want that, Todie?"
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