As to reading his Bible and
Prayer-book, it was quite impossible, and he never had so much
respect for Patience before as when he found what she did every day
without seeming to think anything of it.
She did not get home till after dark, but the Blanes had taken her to
rest at the friends with whom they spent the time between services,
and they had given her a good meal.
"Somehow," said Patience, "everybody seems kinder than they used to
be before the fighting began--and the parsons said the prayers as if
they had more heart in them."
Patience was quite right. These times of danger were making everyone
draw nearer together, and look up more heartily to Him in Whom was
there true help.
But winter was coming on and bringing bad times for the poor children
in their narrow valley, so close to the water. It was not a very
cold season, but it was almost worse, for it was very wet. The
little brook swelled, turned muddy yellow, and came rushing and
tumbling along, far outside its banks, so that Patience wondered
whether there could be any danger of its coming up to their hut and
perhaps drowning them.
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