If David
could but be at home now! If she could but have her little son to occupy
her time and thoughts!
"Dear, dear!" said Ann Holland's low and tender voice; "nobody's too
miserable for God not to love them. Why, a poor thing like me can love
my brother when he's as bad as bad can be with drink. I could do
anything for him out of pity; and it's hard to think less of Him that
made us. Sure He knows how difficult it is to be good when we are
miserable; and we can't tire Him out. He'll help us out of our misery if
we keep stretching out our hands to Him. Nobody knows but Him what we've
all got to go through. It's because you're lonesome, and fretting after
old days. But they'll come back again, dear love and we'll all be as
happy as happy can be. I know how you miss Mr. Chantrey, for I miss him
badly, and what must it be for you?"
Sophy lifted up her face, wet with tears, yet with a smile breaking
through them. Ann Holland's simple words of comfort and hope had gone
direct to her heart, and it seemed possible for her to wait patiently
now until David came home.
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