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Also in another place He called His passion a cup, where the mother of Zebedee's sons came to Him, and asked of Him that her two sons, when He came to His kingdom, might sit one on His right, and one at His left side. And He answered and said, "Woman, thou wottest not what thou asketh; then He said to them, May ye drink of the cup that I shall drink? and they said, Yea, Lord.
And the fragments of conversation we catch are not uninteresting, as showing Mr. Zebedee's habits of thought and mode of treating those who came to him for advice. "I could 'ave got along better, if he'd 'a' paid me regular every night," said the squeaky voice of little Jim; "but he was allers puttin' me off till it come even change, he said."
She folded away the ironing cloth and gathered up the little damp cuffs and collars she had not ironed. A faint smile curved her steady lips, for nothing gave her more happiness than serving those who had a claim on her, and Zebedee's claim was his lack of womankind to care for him and her own gratitude for his existence.
She said nothing; she was still watching the clouds; they were like baskets overbrimming with heaped snow. He came nearer. "I'm going to get a ring. And, after all, we needn't wait three weeks. I'll get a licence. What kind of ring?" Zebedee's ring was hanging on a ribbon round her neck, and she put a hand to her throat and pressed the hard stones against her skin.
Subdued and oppressed by these and like reflections, Mrs. Tucker reached Uncle Zebedee's house, inside which the change wrought was in keeping with the external sadness.
Nevertheless, it was only in his presence that she lost her red sense of shame, and though she still walked nobly, looked with clear eyes, and carried a high head, she fancied herself bent by broken pride, blinded and dusty-haired. Zebedee's books helped her to blot out that vision of herself and the other of Mildred Caniper still sitting by the fire and refusing the fulness of the sun.
Our Lord was as real, as present, as near, as visible, and as affable to this extraordinary saint as ever He was to Martha, or Mary, or Mary Magdalene, or the woman of Samaria, or the mother of Zebedee's children. She prepared Him where to lay His head; she sat at His feet and heard His word. She chose the better part, and He acknowledged to herself and to others that she had done so.
She cried out under the shock, and, turning, she ran without stopping until she came to Zebedee's door. An astonished maid tried not to stare at this flushed and elegant lady. "The doctor is engaged, miss," she said. "I shall wait. Please tell him that I must see him." "What name shall I say?" "Miss Caniper. Miss Helen Caniper." She had no memory of any other.
Tucker, at once pronouncing sentence on poor old Zebedee's known failing: "then my mind's made easy agen. There's too much elbow-crookin' 'bout that story for me to set any hold by it." "Do 'ee think so?" said Joan, ready to catch at any straw of hope. "Why, iss; and for this reason too.
One day when the preacher stopped by, Abe had asked him the same question. The preacher had been downright flustered when he couldn't answer. "It's just this, Pa," Abe went on. "Who was the father of Zebedee's children?" Tom flushed. "Any uppity young one can ask a question. But can he answer it? Suppose you tell me who was the father of Zebedee's children?"
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