"
"No, the name wasn't Patience, not the one I mean."
"The older sister is Waitstill, perhaps you mean her?"-and Ivory
sat down by the fire with his book and his pipe.
"Waitstill! Waitstill! that is it! Such a beautiful name!"
"She's a beautiful girl."
"Waitstill! 'They also serve who only stand and wait.' 'Wait, I
say, on the Lord and He will give thee the desires of thy
heart.'--Those were wonderful days, when we were caught up out of
the body and mingled freely in the spirit world." Mrs. Boynton
was now fully started on the topic that absorbed her mind and
Ivory could do nothing but let her tell the story that she had
told him a hundred times.
"I remember when first we heard Jacob Cochrane speak." (This was
her usual way of beginning.) "Your father was a preacher, as you
know, Ivory, but you will never know what a wonderful preacher he
was. My grandfather, being a fine gentleman, and a governor,
would not give his consent to my marriage, but I never regretted
it, never! Your father saw Elder Cochrane at a revival meeting of
the Free Will Baptists in Scarboro', and was much impressed with
him. A few days later we went to the funeral of a child in the
same neighborhood. No one who was there could ever forget it.
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