This gave great offense as the advertisement of a grievance, and was never repeated.
During all my childhood and youth, I had been spoiled by much love, if love can spoil.

I was non-resistant by nature, and on principle, believed in the power of good.

Forbearance, generosity, helpful service, would, should, must, win my new friends to love me.
Getting me into the house with my mother-in-law, was so important a part of the plan of salvation, that to effect it, I was left without support or compensation for my services as teacher, tailor, dress-maker, for my husband's family.

He visited me once or twice a week, and ignored my mother's presence, while she felt that in this, as in any church-joining conflict, only God could help me, and stood aloof.
To me the sun was darkened, and the moon refused her light.

I knew "that jealous God" who claimed the supreme love of his creatures, was scourging me for making an idol and bowing down before it--for loving my husband.