Be Courteous - or, Religion, the True Refiner by Mrs. M. H. Maxwell
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"Mother will be very glad to see _you_," replied the little boy; at the same time looking inquiringly at the horse's head which was turned toward Snow-Hill. Dora smiled at the emphasis bestowed upon _you_, and asked Willie "if his mother would not be glad to see her." "I guess so," was the reply; "but----" "But what, Willie?" asked Emma. The little fellow hung his head, and answered in a lower tone, "Mother don't want to see the minister's wife, for she has been at our house once." "I am afraid," said Dora, as they passed on, "that this family is one whom it will be difficult to benefit." "You will excuse me for keeping you in waiting so long," said Mrs. Cotting, as she entered the room where Dora and Emma had been seated for nearly an hour; "I understood the maid that it was Mrs. Lindsay herself, and I was in _dishabille_. My duties are so numerous and so pressing," continued Mrs. Cotting. "One might think that the cares of a family were sufficient for a wife and mother; but added to this, to have a whole parish upon one's hands." Here she paused and sighed. "Your situation," replied Dora, "is indeed one of earnest duty and responsibility; but the abundant grace provided for our utmost need is found, I trust, sufficient for you." |
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