Christian life -- Fiction; Married women -- Fiction; Runaway husbands -- Fiction
The dignity all vanished when she laid her head on her hands on the
table and had a little cry to herself. Things were all so different from
what she had expected, and such a loneliness seemed to have crept into
her heart! When she lifted up her tearful face she saw the bunch of
pansies quite close to her, and their faces seemed to look into hers and
whisper, "Heart's ease!" "What a comfort!" she whispered to herself.
"'Heart's ease,' yes, I know where to get it from. I know I feel
disappointed, but ought I not to ask: Is Ralph disappointed in me? and
is Jesus disappointed in me?"
"What a mean hound I've been!" thought the young shopman, as he caught
sight afterwards of her swollen eyes. "It would have served me right if
she had boxed my ears. She'll have enough to put up with without me
adding to it." And that same night he walked two miles to beg a bunch of
roses for her, saying as he gave them to her: "Please forgive me for
having been rude to you."
* * * * *
When a king had chosen the design for the gold work of his signet and
selected the stone, carefully studying its hue and markings, then came
the _making_ of the signet: the gold was put in the fire, and the gem
under the lapidary's hammer.
CHAPTER III
A GARDEN LEVÉE
In a little over a year great alterations had been made in Ralph
Waring's establishment. The shop next door had been duly taken, the
partition wall broken down, and the grocery business started. The only
part of Ralph's plan which had not come about was the throwing in of the
back parlour into the business portion. "No," said Phebe firmly, "in
this department I mean to come first. I am not going to vote for
everything being sacrificed to the business; to have a dining-room
upstairs means a great deal of extra work. I must also have the parlour
of the other shop to convert into a decent kitchen. How can we expect
Janie to be bright and happy with nothing better than a scullery to sit
in? I mean my kitchen to be as bright and cheery as any room in the
house."
"I wonder who's master here!" said Ralph, with a snap.
"We are partners--at least, that is what you have said, and you rule in
one department and I in the other. I have no objection to you having
one of the front rooms upstairs for a show-room." Ralph had never
thought of that, and as it sounded rather "big," it pleased him, and so
the dispute ended.
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