Was there no refuge in the world?
If grandmothers were not refuges, where should one flee?
The old lady in Chicago had understood; why had not Grandmother Brady?
Then came the sweet old words, "Let not your heart be troubled." "In the time of trouble he shall hide me in his pavilion; in the secret of his tabernacle shall he hide me." She knelt down by the bed and said "Our Father." She was beginning to add some words of her own now.

She had heard them pray so in Christian Endeavor in the sentence prayers.

She wished she knew more about God, and His Book.

She had had so little time to ask or think about it.

Life seemed all one rush for clothes and position.
At supper-time Lizzie came home much excited.