"
"Oh, don't! I know that, Mary. I'm trying and trying to be their
pupil still. Indeed I am! It makes me patient of Robert, and his
fearful responsibility, and his good little sister, to know that my
husband always thought him right, and meant him to look after me.
But as one lives on, those dear voices seem to get farther and
farther away, as if one was drifting more out of reach in the fog.
I do hate myself for it, but I can't help it."
"Is there not a voice that can never go out of reach, and that brings
you nearer to them?"
"You dear old Piety, Prudence, and Charity all in one! That is if
you have the charity to come and infuse a little of your piety and
prudence into me. You know you could always make me mind you, and
you'll make me-—what is it that Mrs. Coffinkey says?-—a credit to my
position before you've done. I've had your room got ready; won't you
come and take off your things?"
"I think, if you don't object, I had better sleep at the schoolhouse,
and come up here after David's breakfast."
"Very well; I won't try to rob him of you more than can be helped.
Though you know he would be welcome here every evening if he liked."
"Thank you very much, I can help him more at home; but I'll come for
the whole day, for I am sure you must have a great deal on your
hands.
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