There was a general exodus at Brett Street, and
every man furtively slipped a piece of silver into the child's lap as
he left the car; each, I think, trying to hide his action from the
others.
'It is of threads such as these that I weave the fabric of my daily
happiness,--a happiness that my friends never seem able to
comprehend; the blindest of them pity me, indeed, but I consider
myself like Mary of old, "blessed among women."'
Another day.--'God means all sorts of things when he sends men and
women into the world. That he means marriage, and that it is the
chiefest good, I have no doubt, but it is the love forces in it that
make it so. I may, perhaps, reach my highest point of development
without marriage, but I can never do it unless I truly and deeply
love somebody or something. I am not sure, but it seems to me God
intends me for other people's children, not for my own. My heart is
so entirely in my work that I fancy I have none left for a possible
husband. If ever a man comes who is strong enough and determined
enough to sweep things aside and make a place for himself willy-
nilly, I shall ask him to come in and rest; but that seems very
unlikely. What man have I ever seen who would help me to be the
woman my work helps me to be? Of course there are such, but the Lord
keeps them safely away from my humble notice, lest I should die of
love or be guilty of hero-worship.
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