Now how long are you goin' to be in this fix?"
"I don't know. I suppose I shall have to lie still for four or
five weeks more, before my foot is well."
"It's tiresome, I guess, ain't it?"
"Yes — sometimes."
"Well, I used to think, if folks was good, things wouldn't
happen to 'em. That's what I thought. That was my study of
divinity. And when everything on earth happened to me, I just
concluded it was because I warn't a bit too good to deserve
it. Now I'm beat — to see you lie there. I don't see what is
the use of being good, if it don't get none."
"Oh, Mrs. Harbonner!" said Daisy, "I am glad my foot was
broken."
"Well, I'm beat!" was all Mrs. Harbonner could say. "You air,
be you?"
"It hasn't done me any harm at all; and it has done me a great
deal of good."
Mrs. Harbonner stood staring at Daisy.
"The promise is sure," said Mrs. Benoit. "All things shall
work together for good to them that love God!"
The other woman wheeled about, and looked at her for an
instant with a sharp keen eye of note-taking; then she
returned to Daisy.
"Well, I suppose I'll tell Hephzibah she won't see you again
till summer's over; so she may as well give over thinking
about it.
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