I'm goin' to do wot the
lidy said--mad or not.' An' I 'eld
the book--an' I 'eld my breath, too,
'cos it was like waitin' for the end o'
the world--an' after a bit I 'ears
myself call out in a 'oller whisper,
`Speak, Lord, thy servant 'eareth.
Show me a 'ope.' An' I was tremblin'
all over when I opened the
book. An' there it was! `I will
go before thee an' make the rough
places smooth, I will break in pieces
the doors of brass and will cut in
sunder the bars of iron.' An' I
knowed it was a answer."
"You--knew--it--was an
answer?"
"Wot else was it?" with a shining
face. "I'd arst for it, an' there
it was. An' in about a hour Glad
come runnin' up 'ere, an' she'd 'ad
a bit o' luck--"
" 'T wasn't nothin' much," Glad
broke in deprecatingly, "on'y I'd got
somethin' to eat an' a bit o' fire."
"An' she made me go an' 'ave a
'earty meal, an' set an' warm meself.
An' she was that cheerfle an' full o'
pluck, she 'elped me to forget about
the things that was makin' me into a
madwoman. SHE was the answer--
same as the book 'ad promised. They
comes in different wyes the answers
does. Bless yer, they don't come in
claps of thunder an' streaks o' lightenin'--
they just comes easy an' natural--
so 's sometimes yer don't think
for a minit or two that they're
answers at all. But it comes to yer in
a bit an' yer 'eart stands still for joy.
An' ever since then I just go to me
book an' arst. P'raps," her smile an
illuminating thing, "me bein' the
low an' pore in spirit at the beginnin',
an' settin' 'ere all alone by me-
self day in an' day out, just thinkin'
it all over--an' arstin'--an' waitin'
--p'raps light was gave me 'cos I
was in such a little place an' in the
dark.
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