Never did the widow Cooper
receive her parson in more tidy trim, and with an expression of
less qualified delight. She brought forth the best chair, brushed
the deerskin-seat with her apron, and having adjusted the old man
to her own satisfaction as well as his, she prepared to do a like
office for the young one. Having seated them fairly, and smoothed
her apron, and gone through the usual preliminaries, and placed
herself a little aloof, on a third seat, and rubbed her hands, and
struggled into a brief pause in her brisk action, she allowed her
tongue to do the office for which her whole soul was impatient.
"Oh, Brother Cross, what a searching sermon you gave us yesterday.
You stirred the hearts of everybody, I warrant you, as you stirred
up mine. We've been a needing it for a precious long time, I
tell you; and there's no knowing what more's a wanting to make us
sensible to the evil that's in us. I know from myself what it is,
and I guess from the doings of others. We're none of us perfect,
that's certain; but it's no harm to say that some's more and some's
not so perfect as others.
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