A
sinner kin be a fust-rate feller, full o' that weakness that helps a
wretch outen trouble. The Savior knowed that and died for him."
Margaret slammed her pan of turnips down upon the table. "Oh, sometimes
I'm so put out with you."
"Yes," drawled the old man, "and old Miz Eve was put out with Adam, too,
but atter all the best thing she could do, was to stick to him and go
whar he went."
"Oh, of course," said Margaret. "The only use a man ever has for the
Bible is to hit a woman with it." She went over to a safe, looking back
at her husband who stood watching her, his droll countenance lighted
with a humorous grin; she began to mix meal in a pan, stirring
vigorously to make up corn pone, throwing in water with a dash. Tom and
Lou were still engaged with the verses.
"What is this line?" she asked.
"'Her eye a star of heart's most gleaming hope,'" he read, and she
purred like a kitten.
"What does it mean?" she asked.
"Why, er--it means all sorts of things."
"It sounds like things you find in a book, but this is in writin', isn't
it? And--and it smells like a violet in the woods.
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