"If the rich are to give their all, as well as the poor, it
doesn't say — mind you — that they are to give it all to the
hungry, or all to the destitute; but only, they are to give it
all _to Christ_. Then, he will tell them what to do with it; do
ye understand, my dear?"
Miss Cardigan's eye was watching me, not more kindly than
keen. A wise and clear grey eye it was.
"But isn't it difficult to know sometimes what to do?" I said.
"I have been so puzzled to know about dresses. Mamma is away,
and I had to decide."
"It's no very difficult," said Miss Cardigan, — "if once ye
set your face in the right _airth_ — as we speak. My dear,
there's a great many sorts of dresses and bonnets and things;
and I'd always buy just that bonnet and that gown, in which I
thought I could do most work for my Master; and that wouldn't
be the same sort of bonnet for you and for me," she said with
a merry smile. "Now ye'll have another cup of tea, and ye'll
tell me if my tea's good."
It was wonderfully good to me.
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