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'Martha,' said Stephen earnestly, 'do you see how a shower is raining
down on the master's fields at Botfield; and they've been scorched up for
want of water?'
'Yes, surely,' answered Martha; 'and what of that?'
'I'm thinking,' continued Stephen, rather shyly, 'of that verse in my
chapter: "He maketh the sun to rise on the evil and the good, and sendeth
rain on the just and the unjust." What sort of a man is the master,
Martha?'
'He's a bad, unjust, niggardly old miser,' replied Martha.
'And if God sends him rain, and takes care of him,' Stephen said, 'how
much more care will He take of us, if we are good, and try to do His
commandments!'
'I should think,' said Martha, but in a softer tone, 'I should really
think He would give us the green, and the lambs, and the new house, and
everything; for both of us are good, Stephen.'
'I don't know,' replied Stephen; 'if I could read all the Bible, perhaps
it would tell us. But now I must go in and read my chapter to father.'
Martha went back to her rocking-chair and knitting, while Stephen reached
down from a shelf an old Bible, covered with green baize, and, having
carefully looked that his hard hands were quite clean, he opened it with
the greatest reverence.
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