My dear, our best and freshest, not our lame and blind, belong
to God."
"Yes," assented Marjorie in a full tone. "Aunt Prue, O, Aunt Prue what
would I do without you to help me."
"God would find you somebody else; but I'm very glad he found me for
you."
"I'm more than glad," said Marjorie, enthusiastically.
"It's a real snow storm," Miss Prudence went to the window, pushed the
curtain aside, and looked out.
"It isn't as bad as the night that Morris came to me when I was alone.
Mr. Holmes did not come for two days and it was longer than that before
father and mother could come. What a grand time we had housekeeping! It
is time for the _Linnet_ to be in. I know Morris will come to see us as
soon as he can get leave. Linnet will be glad to go to her pretty little
home; the boy on the farm is to be there nights, mother said, and Linnet
will not mind through the day. Mother Rheid, as Linnet says, will run
over every day, and Father Rheid, too, I suspect. They _love_ Linnet."
"Marjorie, if I hadn't had you I believe I should have been content with
Linnet, she is so loving."
"And if you hadn't Prue you would be content with me!" laughed Marjorie,
and just then a strong pull at the bell sent it ringing through the
house, Marjorie sprang to her feet and Miss Prudence moved towards the
door.
"I feel in my bones that it's somebody," cried Marjorie, following her
into the hall.
"I don't believe a ghost could give a pull like that," answered Miss
Prudence, turning the big key.
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