Martha and Her Kind Friend Rachel, by the Author of 'The Wide, Wide World'.

 
9781235737053: Martha and Her Kind Friend Rachel, by the Author of 'The Wide, Wide World'.

This historic book may have numerous typos and missing text. Purchasers can download a free scanned copy of the original book (without typos) from the publisher. Not indexed. Not illustrated. 1864. Excerpt: ... CHAPTER VI. THE PEEK REWARD. Lord, I believe thou hast prepared, Unworthy though I be, For me a blood-bought, free reward, A golden harp for me. Little Martha Still had her breakfast all by herself the next morning, and she had slept all by herself, too; for Miss Rachel was in another room. Miss Rachel was better, Jane said, but she would not get up before breakfast, and so Martha sat in the sunshiny little parlour all alone. There was the old pussy, curled up in Miss Rachel's chair, enjoying herself very much, as cats do; and any other time Martha would have had a good play with her; but now she could not bear to see anything in Miss Rachel's chair but Miss Rachel herself. Do what she would, Martha could think of nothing but Miss Rachel; indeed, her head was so full of thoughts that she could hardly eat her breakfast. It was so wonderful to see anybody so sick and yet so happy!--for the smile Miss Rachel gave her was just as bright as any one Martha had ever seen on her face. "No," thought Martha to herself,--"she wasn't one bit afraid, or she wouldn't have looked so. And I was afraid ever so much, when I was sick." It was very strange j and after breakfast Martha prayed more earnestly than ever to be washed in the fountain, and to be all ready to die whenever God should call her. A bright thought came into her head then,--she would go down to the garden and get some of her own sweet pink roses, and put them in a tumbler on the little table by Miss Rachel's chair; and there they would be all fresh and beautiful for her when she came out of her room. So away went little Martha; and you never saw anything prettier or sweeter than the garden was at that time in the morning. Every flower had had its face washed with the dew, and the birds had done breakfast ...

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