Part 31 (2/2)
Matilda had to think her way out of that statement.
”Maria, in the covenant, you know, we say 'we stand ready to do His will;' and you _know_ it is His will that we should have these things to do.”
”I don't!” said Maria; ”that's a fact.”
”Then how comes it that we have them?”
”Just because mamma is sick, and Aunt Erminia is too mean to live!”
”You should not speak so,” said Matilda. ”How comes mamma to be sick?
and how comes it that we have got no money to hire a girl?”
”Because that man in New York was wicked, and ran away with mamma's money.”
”Maria,” said Matilda, solemnly, ”I don't see what you meant by joining the Band.”
”I meant more than you did!” said Maria, flaming out. ”Such children as you are too young to join it.”
”We are not too young to be Christians.”
”You are too young to join the Church and be baptized.”
”Why?” said Matilda.
”Oh, you are too young to _understand_. Anybody that knows will tell you so. And if you are not fit to be baptized and join the Church, you are not fit to join the Band. Now I can make the tea.”
Matilda looked hard at the teapot, as it stood on the stove while the tea was brewing; but she let her sister alone after that. When the meal was over, and the dishes washed and everything done, she and Maria went up to their own room, and Maria at once went to bed. Her little sister opened her Bible, and read, over and over, the words that had comforted her. They were words from G.o.d; promises and commands straight from heaven. Matilda took them so, and studied earnestly how she might do what they bade her. ”Cast her burden on the Lord”--how was she to do that? Clearly, she was not to keep it on her own heart, she thought; she must trust that the Lord would take care of anything put into His hands. The words were very good. And the other words? ”Be careful for nothing”--that was the same thing differently expressed; and Matilda felt very glad it had been written for her in both places and in both ways; and that she was ordered ”in everything” to ”make her requests known to G.o.d.” She might not have dared, perhaps, in some little troubles that only concerned a child and were not important to anybody else; but now there could be no doubt--she might, and she must. She was very glad. But, ”with thanksgiving?”--how could that be always? Now, for instance? Things were more disagreeable and sorrowful than in all her life she had ever known them; ”give thanks”? must she? _now?_ And how could she? Matilda studied over it a good while. Finally took to praying over it. Asked to be taught how she could give thanks when she was sorry. And getting quite tired, at last went to bed, where Maria was already fast asleep.
There is no denying that Matilda was sorry to wake up the next morning.
But awake she found herself, and broad awake too; and the light outside the window admonished her she had no time then to lie and think. She roused Maria immediately, and herself began dressing without a moment's delay.
”Oh, what's the hurry!” said Maria, yawning and stretching herself.
”I'm sleepy.”
”But it isn't early, Maria.”
”Well; I don't want it to be early.”
”Yes, you do, Maria; you forget. We have a great deal on our hands.
Make haste, please, and get up. Do, Maria!”
”What have we got to do so much?” said Maria, with yawn the second.
”Everything. You are so sleepy, you have forgotten.”
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