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“Tom isn’t a bad hand, now, at explaining Scripture, I’ll dare swear,” said St. Clare. “Tom has a natural genius for religion. I wanted the horses out early, this morning, and I stole up to Tom’s cubiculum there, over the stables, and there I heard him holding a meeting by himself; and, in fact, I haven’t heard anything quite so savory as Tom’s prayer this some time. He put in for me, with a zeal that was quite apostolic.” “Perhaps he guessed you were listening. I’ve heard of that trick before.” “If he did, he wasn’t very politic; for he gave the Lord his opinion of me, pretty freely. Tom seemed to think there was decidedly room for improvement in me, and seemed very earnest that I should be converted.” “I hope you’ll lay it to heart,” said Miss Ophelia. “I suppose you are much of the same opinion,” said St. Clare. “Well, we shall see,- shan’t we, Eva?” |
