So I explained all this, and more too. About how I wanted to hunt for
the flowers, to see which bloomed first, and watch in what order the
birds came, and now it was a splendid time to locate nests, because
there were no leaves, so I could see easily, and how glad mother would
be to know where the blue goose nested, and her white turkey hen;
because she wanted her geese all blue, and the turkeys all white, as
fast as she could manage.
Every little thing that troubled me or that I wanted, I told him.
He sat there and he couldn't have listened with more interest or been
quieter if I had been a bishop, which is the biggest thing that ever
happened at our house; his name was Ninde and he came from Chicago to
dedicate our church when it was new. So father listened and thought
and held his arms around me, and--
"And you think the Lord was at the bottom of the thing that makes you
happy?"
"Well, you always go to Him about what concerns you, and you say,
'Praise the Lord,' when things go to please you."
"I do indeed!" said father. "But I had thought of this running short
of school funds as a calamity. If I had been praying about it, I would
have asked Him to show me a way to raise money to continue until middle
May at least."
"Oh father!"
I just crumpled up in his arms and began to cry; to save me I couldn't
help it. He held me tight. At last he said: "I think you are a
little overstrained this spring. Maybe you were sicker than we knew,
or are growing too fast. Don't worry any more about school. Possibly
father can fix it."
Next morning when I wakened, my everyday clothes lay across the foot of
the bed, so I called mother and asked if I should put them on; she took
me in her arms, and said father thought I had better be in the open,
and I needn't go to school any more that spring. I told her I thought
I could bear it a few more days, now it was going to be over so soon;
but she said I might stay at home, father and Laddie would hear me at
night, and I could take my books anywhere I pleased and study when I
chose, if I had my spelling and reading learned at evening. NOW, say
the Lord doesn't help those who call on Him in faith believing!
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