She said, 'Look here, the Lord and me'll see after Bob; and if you can't keep to your own work without poking your nose into ours, then I married for worse and not for better.' Then it came upon me that by leaving the Lord to look after my job I'd been treating Him like a farm labourer.

It's the things you can't help he looks after--not the work." A few evenings later there came a knock at the door, and Lizzie, who went to open it, returned with the Bryanite skipping behind her.
"Blessings be upon this here house!" he cried, cutting a sort of double shuffle on the threshold.

He shook hands with the farmer and his wife, and nodded toward Taffy.

"So you've got Parson Raymond's boy here!" "Yes," said Mrs.Joll; and turned to Taffy.

"He've come to pray a bit: perhaps you would rather be in the parlour ?" Taffy asked to be allowed to stay; and presently Mr.Pascoe had them all down on their knees.