"Father, whate'er of earthly bliss
Thy sov'reign will denies,
Accepted at Thy Throne of grace
Let this petition rise!
"Give me a calm, a thankful heart,
From every murmur free!
The blessing of Thy grace impart
And let me live to Thee!"
How Ivory loved to hear Waitstill sing these lines! How they
eased his burden as they were easing hers, falling on his
impatient, longing heart like evening dew on thirsty grass!
XII
THE GREEN-EYED MONSTER
"WHILE Thee I seek, protecting Power," was the first hymn on this
particular Sunday morning, and it usually held Patty's rather
vagrant attention to the end, though it failed to do so to-day.
The Baxters occupied one of the wing pews, a position always to
be envied, as one could see the singers without turning around,
and also observe everybody in the congregation,--their entrance,
garments, behavior, and especially their bonnets,--without being
in the least indiscreet, or seeming to have a roving eye.
Lawyer Wilson's pew was the second in front of the Baxters in the
same wing, and Patty, seated decorously but unwillingly beside
her father, was impatiently awaiting the entrance of the family,
knowing that Mark would be with them if he had returned from
Boston.
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