I begun to
think the miracle of loaves and fishes was comin' to pass again. I
was some shy on fish, but I was makin' up on loaves. Then I sort
of looked matters over and found what I had in the bucket was about
one pound of meal to seven of sawdust. Then I gave it up. Seemed
to me the stuff might be more fillin' than nourishin'."
Ruth smiled faintly. Then she shook her head.
"Oh, Jed," she said, "you're as transparent as a windowpane. Thank
you, though. If anything could cheer me up and help me to forget I
think you could."
Jed looked repentant. "I'd no business to tell you all that
rigamarole," he said. "I'm sorry. I'm always doin' the wrong
thing, seems so. But," he added, earnestly, "I don't want you to
worry too much about your brother--er--Ruth. It's goin' to come
out all right, I know it. God won't let it come out any other
way."
She had never heard him speak in just that way before and she
looked at him in surprise.
"And yet God permits many things that seem entirely wrong to us
humans," she said.
"I know. Things like the Kaiser, for instance. Well, never mind;
this one's goin' to come out all right. I feel it in my bones.
And," with a return of his whimsical drawl, "I may be short on
brains, but a blind man could see they never skimped me when they
passed out the bones."
She looked at him a moment.
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