It is her work in the days which
the Lord her God gives her. Men He told to work. Women He told to hev
children and plenty o' them."
"There are more women working in the factories than men now."
"They hev no business there. They are worse for it every way. They ought
to be in some kind of a home, making happiness and bringing up boys and
girls. Look at the whimpering, puny, sick babies factory women
bear--God, how I pity them!"
"Tell me the truth, Mrs. Brent. Were you really glad to have ten
children?"
"To be sure, I was glad. Every one of them was varry welcome. I used to
say to mysen, 'God must think Susy Brent a good mother, or He wouldn't
keep on sending her children to bring up for Him.' It is my work in this
life, missis, to bring up the children God sends me, and _I like my
work_!" With the last four words, she turned a beaming face to Jane and
sent them home with an emphatic thump of her iron on the little shirt
she was smoothing.
CHAPTER XII
PROFIT AND LOSS
The trifles of our daily life,
The common things scarce worth recall,
Whereof no visible trace remains,
These are the main springs after all.
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