"
"That was faith, certainly."
"Oh, he has faith," returned Linnet, earnestly. "Don't you know--oh,
you don't remember--when the Evangelist--that always reminds me of
Marjorie"--Linnet was a somewhat fragmentary talker like her mother--"but
when Mr. Woodfern was here four of the Rheid boys joined the Church,
all but Hollis, he was in New York, he went about that time. Mr. Woodfern
was so interested in them all; I shall never forget how he used to pray
at family worship: 'Lord, go through that Rheid family.' He prayed it
every day, I really believe. And they all joined the Church at the first
communion time, and every one of them spoke and prayed in the prayer
meetings. They used to speak just as they did about anything, and people
enjoyed it so; it was so genuine and hearty. I remember at a prayer
meeting here that winter Will arose to speak 'I was talking to a man in
town today and he said there was nothing _in_ religion. But, oh, my! I
told him there was nothing _out_ of it.' I told him about that to-night
and he said he hadn't found anything outside of it yet."
"He's a fine young fellow," said Miss Prudence. "Mr. Holmes says he has
the 'right stuff' in him, and he means a great deal by that."
A pleasant thought curved Linnet's lips.
"But, Miss Prudence," sitting down on the step of the piazza, "I do wish
for a list of things. I want to know if I may pray that mother may
never look grave and anxious as she did at the supper table, and father
may not always have a cough in winter time, and Will may never have
another long voyage and frighten us all, and that Marjorie may have a
chance to go to school, too, and--why, _ever_ so many things!"
A laugh from the disputants in the parlor brought the quick color to Miss
Prudence's cheeks.
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