an' help her. So then she softened down; and my heart like as it warmed towards her, an' in a bit, we was very good friends.
"An' so it is, Miss Grey, 'a soft answer turneth away wrath; but grievous words stir up anger.' It isn't only in them you speak to, but in yourself."
"Very true, Nancy, if we could always remember it."
"Aye, if we could!"
"And did Mr. Weston ever come to see you again?"
"Yes, many a time; and since my eyes has been so bad, he's sat an' read to me by the half hour together; but you know Miss, he has other folks to see, and other things to do—God bless him! An' that next Sunday he preached such a sermon! his text was 'Come unto me all ye that labour and are heavy laden, and I will give you rest,' and them two blessed verses that follows. You wasn't there. Miss, you was with your friends then—but it made me so happy! and I am happy now, thank God! an' I take a pleasure, now, in doing little bits o' jobs for my neighbours—such as a poor old body, 'ats half blind can do. . .and they take it kindly of me, just as he said.
