human
Some way, I like the Psalms, aunt. Do you not like them? They seem to say what we want to say so much better than we can ourselves.
gpt
Yes, my child; that is true. And so you like the Psalms best, do you?
human
Not _best_,--at least, not always;--only when I am weary or sad. There are some chapters in the New Testament that I like best of all. This is Archie's chapter. And she turned to the fifteenth of Luke.
gpt
Archie thinks it is grand, this about the joy among the angels in heaven; and this, too, about the Father's love; and she read,
human
Archie never tires of that, she said, smiling at her brother, who had been sitting with his eyes fixed upon her, listening as she read.
gpt
And this is the one I like best, about Mary, and Martha, and Lazarus.
human
I never like to read the rest, about their taking counsel to slay Him, so soon after they had seen all this. Sometimes I can hardly make it seem true, it is so sad. But I like the story, oh, so much! And she read again slowly,
gpt
And again,
human
Do you like it, aunt?
gpt
Yes, love; it is a fine chapter.
human
It's maybe not better than many and many a one here, said Lilias, slowly turning over the leaves of her Bible;
gpt
And what time was that?
human
Oh, it was long ago, answered Lilias, lowering her voice, and looking to see if her mother still slept.
gpt
It was just after father died. Mother was ill, and I thought God was sending us too much trouble; and I came upon this chapter, and it did me so much good! Not that I thought Jesus would raise up my father again, but I knew He could do greater things than that if He pleased; and I knew He had not forgotten us in our troubles, more than He had forgotten Mary and Martha, though He stayed still in the same place where He was, two whole days after they had sent for Him because their brother was sick. No trouble has seemed so bad since then; and none ever will again, come what may.
human
Come what may!