If it was scarlet fever, she knew just what to do. She and pa had it
years ago, and they'd lived through it; but she didn't believe that it
was nothin' half so bad, and "What if it is, you poor critturs, you,"
said Grandma, in such a tone as she would have used to soothe a
frightened child; "every time there's a squall must we go to takin' on as
though it was our doin's? The Lord, He makes the squalls, and he don't
put it on us to manage 'em; but up thar' in His fa'r weather, He looks
down on the storms that we know not whither, but are only drivin' of us
landward safe, and 'Keep ye still,' He says, 'Jest keep ye still!' No
need o' strainin' eyes, but fix 'em thar', on Him, I've seen a many times
when no words but them would do."
The tears stood in Grandma's eyes. Beautiful soul! Whatever storms she
might have known in her life's voyage, she only seemed to lie at anchor
now, in a sure haven; and all the while, her heart was going out in the
tenderest sympathy to those still tossing on the seas and striving to
make perilous passages, even to those watching false harbor lights in the
distance. She had had an experience wide enough for all.
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