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Chapter 15

           

           Thefreshnessoftheday,thesingingofthebirds,thebeautyofthewavinggrass,thedeepgreenleaves,thewildflowers,andthethousandexquisitescentsandsoundsthatfloatedintheairdeepjoystomostofus,butmostofalltothosewhoselifeisinacrowdorwholivesolitarilyingreatcitiesasinthebucketofahumanwellsunkintotheirbreastsandmadethemveryglad.Thechildhadrepeatedherartlessprayersoncethatmorning,moreearnestlyperhapsthanshehadeverdoneinallherlife,butasshefeltallthis,theyrosetoherlipsagain.Theoldmantookoffhishathehadnomemoryforthewordsbuthesaidamen,andthattheywereverygood.

           TherehadbeenanoldcopyofthePilgrim’sProgress,withstrangeplates,uponashelfathome,overwhichshehadoftenporedwholeevenings,wonderingwhetheritwastrueineveryword,andwherethosedistantcountrieswiththecuriousnamesmightbe.Asshelookedbackupontheplacetheyhadleft,onepartofitcamestronglyonhermind.

           ‘Deargrandfather,’shesaid,‘onlythatthisplaceisprettierandagreatdealbetterthantherealone,ifthatinthebookislikeit,IfeelasifwewerebothChristian,andlaiddownonthisgrassallthecaresandtroubleswebroughtwithus;nevertotakethemupagain.’

           ‘Nonevertoreturnnevertoreturn’repliedtheoldman,wavinghishandtowardsthecity.‘ThouandIarefreeofitnow,Nell.Theyshallneverlureusback.

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