Gold and incense : a west country story . nthalf so bad as it might cracks dont let thewind blow in where we dosit to. And the rain dontdrip in where we do sleepto. That would be it might ha done ; ofcourse, it might ha a mercy! Andagain Jennifers hands wereuplifted. You began to pity her forthe childrens sake. But a ^4 GOLD AND INCENSS merry laugh cut that s^iortin a moment. Yes, I often think aboutthat, laughed Jennifer, there might ha been four-teen of them. And, blessyou, whatever should I hadone if there had a-beenfourteen ! And Jenniferlifted up her hands andlaug
Gold and incense : a west country story . nthalf so bad as it might cracks dont let thewind blow in where we dosit to. And the rain dontdrip in where we do sleepto. That would be it might ha done ; ofcourse, it might ha a mercy! Andagain Jennifers hands wereuplifted. You began to pity her forthe childrens sake. But a ^4 GOLD AND INCENSS merry laugh cut that s^iortin a moment. Yes, I often think aboutthat, laughed Jennifer, there might ha been four-teen of them. And, blessyou, whatever should I hadone if there had a-beenfourteen ! And Jenniferlifted up her hands andlaughed again, and thenslapped them down upon herknees. Fourteen of them !Why, where should us allhave slept to? And thinkof the eating all round, andthe clothes and all. Four-teen ! And it might habeen. What a mercy! You talked patheticallyabout her work in the fields—the dreariness of it and45 GOLD AND INCENSE the weariness, bending withhoe from morning to night;or kneeling at the weeds tillall the limbs ached. ButJennifer wasmore than a. match for you. Ah, thats it. T h a t s what I always say. To think that it should be such hard work and all that, and that I should have the strength for it. Now, if I was one of them sort that is GOLD AND INCENSE always ailin and failin,instead of being so strongas a horse! And I mightha been ; of course, I mightha been. What a mercy!Wh), theres some ascouldnt walk there andback, for tis sometimesthree miles there and threemiles back, and theres someas couldnt do it when theygot there, for the weeds beterrible strong theres some as couldntbear it, east wind and rainand snow. And I might habeen one of them a mercy ! This was Jennifers philo-sophy. 47 Chapter III NOW it chanced one daythat the little villagein which Jennifer lived wasstirred by the ambition ofthe congregation to build anew chapel. The old placewas not good enough; noteven large enough. Agreat meeting was held, andthe sluggish life of the placewas quicken
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