We had fancied ourselves true believers for years, but
Jacob Cochrane unstopped our ears so that we could hear the
truths revealed to him by the Almighty!-It was all so simple and
easy at the beginning, but it grew hard and grievous afterward;
hard to keep the path, I mean. I never quite knew whether God was
angry with me for backsliding at the end, but I could not always
accept the revelations that Elder Cochrane and your father had!"
Lois Boynton's hands were now quietly folded over the knitting
that lay forgotten in her lap, but her low, thrilling voice had a
note in it that did not belong wholly to earth.
There was a long silence; one of many long silences at the
Boynton fireside, broken only by the ticking of the clock, the
purring of the cat, and the clicking of Mrs. Boynton's needles,
as, her paroxysm of reminiscence over, she knitted ceaselessly,
with her eyes on the window or the door.
"It's about time for Rod to be coming back, isn't it? " asked
Ivory.
"He ought to be here soon, but perhaps he is gone for good; it
may be that he thinks he has made us a long enough visit. I don't
know whether your father will like the boy when he comes home. He
never did fancy company in the house.
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