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surely come again if I can. I've been helped tonight." She said it shyly, very quietly, and they watched her and really hoped she would come again. She had come out here to this little church in search of fellowship. Fellowship of those who knew and loved her Lord. She had been trying to walk in the light, and now she had found fellowship, and it was sweet to her. They were strangers, yes, but they spoke as brothers and sisters. They spoke the dear old family language of those who were God's children, born-again ones. How the old accustomed phrases came back and slipped into place. She was among God's family again, and it was good to be here.
And then the very next morning the blow fell!
Chapter 5
The sun had a very uncertain look as she glanced out of the window while she was hurrying to get her dressing and breakfast out of the way. There were many anxious-looking little bluish-gray clouds scurrying around as if uncertain of directions. And when she went out the door a bitter wind caught her, and pulled at her garments, and flung cold down her neck and into her face; a wild wicked wind that set her shivering and gave her a miserable inadequate feeling as if the way to the office was too hard, too long.
"But I am trusting in the Lord," she told herself. "I must not forget that all day. He is setting the pace for me, and there is nothing for me to do but follow where He leads me."
She took a deep breath of the sharp cold and lifted her head and shoulders to go forward. This was a day that made her remember the promise of a nice warm squirrel coat that her father had made her just before Christmas came, and she hadn't had the fur coat. Mother couldn't get it for her, though she would gladly have done so. There wasn't money enough, and Mother had to have doctors and operations; there never had been money enough. But just the thought of that promise in the long ago was pleasant. How good it would have felt to snuggle into the deep fur collar this morning, and how glad both her father and mother would have been to have left it behind them to keep their child warm! And God cared just as much as they did, only He saw that there was something that Dale Hathaway needed more than fur coats to help her to conform to the image of His Son. That was the important thing.
Of course, for the time being, and down here in the cold, Dale couldn't quite understand how important it was for her to conform to the image of God's Son, but He did, and she had just come to realize that He did, therefore she must not worry, nor fret for a fur coat.
So she started to hum the tune of the song they had sung in meeting last night, and her spirits rose in spite of the fierce wind.
As she turned the corner into the broad avenue where her office was located a wicked little bitter snowflake stung her face. Snow? Was it going to snow? She cast an imploring look up at those scurrying, turbulent, multicolored clouds. They might snow, or they might clear away into brightness by and by, but somehow they had an ominous look.
She was glad when she was safe at the office and seated at her desk, getting a few odds and ends from yesterday out of the way before the mail and dictation time came.
It was mid-morning when Miss Alice arrived, blowing in with stars in her eyes and flowers on her cheeks and snowflakes in her hair.
Dale looked up as the door opened, perhaps because her heart had been waiting for just this, expecting. She knew at once who she was, and her heart almost skipped a beat and then hobbled painfully on.
She wasn't a young girl, she was older then Dale, with experience written all over her plain, pleasant face, and joy and sunshine in her eyes. It was incredible that she could have retained so much joy and sunshine when she was just emerging from such a desperate illness as they said she had been experiencing.
She had gray eyes, and long heavy hair coiled graciously and easily about her head in smooth braids. She had pleasant lips devoid of
And then the very next morning the blow fell!
Chapter 5
The sun had a very uncertain look as she glanced out of the window while she was hurrying to get her dressing and breakfast out of the way. There were many anxious-looking little bluish-gray clouds scurrying around as if uncertain of directions. And when she went out the door a bitter wind caught her, and pulled at her garments, and flung cold down her neck and into her face; a wild wicked wind that set her shivering and gave her a miserable inadequate feeling as if the way to the office was too hard, too long.
"But I am trusting in the Lord," she told herself. "I must not forget that all day. He is setting the pace for me, and there is nothing for me to do but follow where He leads me."
She took a deep breath of the sharp cold and lifted her head and shoulders to go forward. This was a day that made her remember the promise of a nice warm squirrel coat that her father had made her just before Christmas came, and she hadn't had the fur coat. Mother couldn't get it for her, though she would gladly have done so. There wasn't money enough, and Mother had to have doctors and operations; there never had been money enough. But just the thought of that promise in the long ago was pleasant. How good it would have felt to snuggle into the deep fur collar this morning, and how glad both her father and mother would have been to have left it behind them to keep their child warm! And God cared just as much as they did, only He saw that there was something that Dale Hathaway needed more than fur coats to help her to conform to the image of His Son. That was the important thing.
Of course, for the time being, and down here in the cold, Dale couldn't quite understand how important it was for her to conform to the image of God's Son, but He did, and she had just come to realize that He did, therefore she must not worry, nor fret for a fur coat.
So she started to hum the tune of the song they had sung in meeting last night, and her spirits rose in spite of the fierce wind.
As she turned the corner into the broad avenue where her office was located a wicked little bitter snowflake stung her face. Snow? Was it going to snow? She cast an imploring look up at those scurrying, turbulent, multicolored clouds. They might snow, or they might clear away into brightness by and by, but somehow they had an ominous look.
She was glad when she was safe at the office and seated at her desk, getting a few odds and ends from yesterday out of the way before the mail and dictation time came.
It was mid-morning when Miss Alice arrived, blowing in with stars in her eyes and flowers on her cheeks and snowflakes in her hair.
Dale looked up as the door opened, perhaps because her heart had been waiting for just this, expecting. She knew at once who she was, and her heart almost skipped a beat and then hobbled painfully on.
She wasn't a young girl, she was older then Dale, with experience written all over her plain, pleasant face, and joy and sunshine in her eyes. It was incredible that she could have retained so much joy and sunshine when she was just emerging from such a desperate illness as they said she had been experiencing.
She had gray eyes, and long heavy hair coiled graciously and easily about her head in smooth braids. She had pleasant lips devoid of
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