Then the mother
who sorrowed with such a different, and so much bitterer sorrow, divining
her thought and whence it came, rose, and from behind her said--
"Noo ye maun jist come awa wi' me, and I s' pit ye til yer bed, and lea' ye
there!--Na, na; say gude nicht to naebody!--Ye'll see the minister again i'
the mornin!"
With that she took Isy away, half-carrying her close-pressed, and
half-leading her; for Marion, although no bigger than Isy, was much
stronger, and could easily have carried her.
That night both mothers slept well, and both dreamed of their mothers and
of their children. But in the morning nothing remained of their two dreams
except two hopes in the one Father.
When Isy entered the little parlour, she found she had slept so long that
breakfast was over, the minister smoking his pipe in the garden, and the
farmer busy in his yard. But Marion heard her, and brought her breakfast,
beaming with ministration; then thinking she would eat it better if left to
herself, went back to her work.
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