Medoline Selwyn's Work (Paperback)

Excerpt: ...heartbroken thinking of poor father and the children going on the parish." "A nice new frock, and good vittels ain't bad medsin for poor folks sometimes," Mrs. Blake said dryly. "That is true; but I was feeling very low and weak," Mrs. Larkum said, apologetically. "We all know that, and more'n yourself was afraid it might go hard with you." "So we have decided that it was the food and clothes that have wrought the miracle, and not any unusual healing virtues in me," I said, quite relieved; for the change wrought was so sudden and great, I began to feel uneasy lest I might be possessed unconsciously of some mysterious power. Mrs. Larkum smiled gently. "I am not sure of that. I find you always make me happier whenever I see you. I seem to get a fresh hold on hope, as if there might yet be something in store for us." "I understand why you feel that way. I am glad it is no mere inexplicable experience." I went into the kitchen thinking to give Mr. Bowen and the children a few of the surplus dainties. He had ceased singing, but was sitting with uplifted face, as if in deep communion with God; his lips moved, but no sound escaped. The eldest boy seeing me hesitate came to my side and whispered softly. "Mother says we are not to speak when grandfather looks like that