Christian life -- Juvenile fiction; England -- Juvenile fiction; Girls -- Juvenile fiction; Household employees -- Juvenile fiction
"But I've been learnin' different, and now Miss Helen have got so
crippled with rheumatics, I'm not goin' to leave her. I had a long
talk with her the t'other day. There be some that has to talk to folks
at home, and some that has to go abroad, and as long as we tells each
other about Jesus, and can give a helpin' hand, we be doin' work for
God. I be but a ignorant, uneddicated girl, and I'm beginnin' to see my
head is not so clever as I used to think it was. And our Lord did say,
'Follow Me, and I will make you fishers of men,' and if Miss Joyce and
her captain follow Him to Indy, I can follow Him in Sundale.
"I never will give up thinkin' about they heathen, Bill. They be
twisted right round my heart, so to speak, and I be still collectin'
for them, and prayin' for them. But I'm goin' to do my dooty to my
missus, and be faithful in the small things—"
Bill listened so far, and then he held out his hands.
"Come, Peggy," he said wistfully; "you come and do your dooty to me.
I've been waitin' all this year, and father wants you awful bad!"
Peggy shook her head, but a light came into her eyes.
"You must wait a bit longer, Bill. My missus is goin' next year, she
tells me, to live with an old cousin of hers, and then I shall be free."
"You promise faithful, Peggy, that 'twill be next year? Them weddin'
bells be in my heart and brain to-day."
"If you and me means to do God's work together, Bill, I'll come to you
then."
Peggy spoke in hushed tones, but Bill drew her to him.
"My lass, you've taught me and father the way to heaven, and 'tisn't
likely I'll hold back from doing what the Lord wills!"
Peggy's eyes filled with tears.
"And oh! Bill, what do you think Captain D'Arcy said to me to-day when
he shook hands? He looked at me, and said,—
"'Goodbye, Peggy. I have a good many things to thank you for, but the
best day's work you ever did was giving me that message the first day
you saw me. You told a "sick captain" where to go to be cured, and
though he took over a twelvemonth to make up his mind, he did it at
last, and owes his complete recovery to you!'
"Those be his very words, and I cries when I think on 'em, for it makes
me so overjoyed. I arsked God before I ever come to service that I
might help a sick captain, and that's the way He has answered me!"
UNWIN BROTHERS, LIMITED, THE GRESHAM PRESS, WOKING AND LONDON.
Public-domain text, read in full here on John Shaqi.
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