I'm sorry to
tell him what his mother said yesterday about herself but I promised and
I must be faithful."
"I hope you will have happy news to write soon."
"I don't know; she says the minister doesn't do her any good, nor reading
the Bible nor praying. Now what can help her?"
"God," was the solemn reply. "She has had to learn that the minister and
Bible reading and prayer are not God. When she is sure that God will do
all the helping and saving, she will be helped and saved. Perhaps she has
gone to the minister and the Bible instead of to God, and she may have
thought her prayers could save her instead of God."
"She said she was in despair because they did not help her and she did
not know where to turn next," said Marjorie, who had listened with
sympathetic eyes and aching heart.
"Don't worry about her, dear, God is teaching her to turn to himself."
"I told her about the plate, but she did not seem to care much. What
different things people _do_ care about!" exclaimed Marjorie, her eyes
alight with the newness of her thought.
"Mrs. Harrowgate will never be perfectly satisfied until she has a
memorial of Pompeii. I've promised when I explore underground I'll find
her a treasure. Your Holland plate is something for her small collection;
she has but eighty-seven pieces of china, while a friend of hers has
gathered together two hundred."
"What do _you_ care for most, Miss Prudence?
"In the way of collections? I haven't shown you my penny buried in the
lava of Mt.
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