And when Miss Waite came, she wasn't like you, nor
she didn't have such clothes, nor such ways as yours. I didn't love her
very much, but she used to talk to me, and wanted me to be a Christian.
And she didn't tell me all it was to be a Christian like you have, or I
wouldn't 'a' been such a fool to think I could be; but she talked like it
wasn't anything to understand, only to want Christ in your heart, and try
to be good, and, first, I didn't pretend to mind much what she said, and
used to tell the girls, and they'd tell me, too, and we'd laugh. Only one
time, she was talkin' to me, and it seemed as though I couldn't hold out
no longer, and I cried and cried, and when I got up I felt happy. Just as
though He was there. Seemed as though He was all around everywhere, and
goin' down the lane, there was a whip-poor-will singin', and it sounded
like it never had before--so strange and happy--and I always loved 'em
after that--but I never shall again.
"And I tried to be good, and quieter, and have the other girls and the
children at home; and when father was drunk and noisy, and some of the
folks laughed, I wouldn't give up--quite. Oh, I didn't feel like I was
bad then! I didn't! You might remember that.
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