But then she ought not to feel so. Why, there was time and time
agin that I didn't git no letter from Bijonah Keeler when he was
voyagin', and to be sure, they wasn't much better than nothin' when they
did come; for pa"--Grandma cast a calmly comprehensive glance at her
unconscious mate--"pa was a man that had a great many idees in general,
but, when he set down to write a letter, somehow he seemed to consider
that it wasn't no place for idees, a letter wasn't--seemed as though he
managed a'most a purpose not to get none in."
"Grandma," I said, leaning forward, laughing, and folding my hands in her
lap, "you're the best comforter I know of."
"Wall, thar'," said she; "it's a good deal in feelin's, and Madeline
ain't r'al well, so she kind o' allows 'em to overcome her sometimes."
"And what did she mean by saying that about Rebecca?" I asked.
"Oh, she just meant girls will be girls, that's all!" replied Grandma;
"why, mercy! I know all about that. I don't feel like nothin' much more
than a girl myself, half the time; and we all have to have our
experiences, to be sure. They ain't nobody else can wear 'em for us, but,
dear me! the Lord ain't going to let our experiences hurt us; they're for
our betterin'.
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