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Mr. Richmond was silent for some time. Matilda grew quiet, and they both were still.
"And the worst of it all is," resumed Matilda, at last, "that it makes me hate her."
"I do not like to hear you say that."
"No, Mr. Richmond," said Matilda, very sorrowfully.
"Do you think it is right?"
"No, sir."
"Do you think you cannot help doing what is wrong."
"I don't think I can like Aunt Candy."
"We will pa.s.s that. But between not liking and hating, there is a wide distance. Are you obliged to hate her?"
Matilda did not answer.
"Do you think anybody can be a child of G.o.d and have _hatred_ in his heart?"
"How can I help it, Mr. Richmond?" said Matilda, piteously.
"How can you help anything? The best way is to be so full of love to Jesus that you love everybody for his sake."
"But people that are not good," said Matilda.
"It is easy to love people that are good. The wonder of the love of the Lord Jesus is, that it comes to people who are not good. And His children are like Him. 'Be ye followers of G.o.d,' He tells them, 'as dear children; and walk in love.'"
"I am not like that, Mr. Richmond," Matilda said, sadly.
"Didn't you love little Lem Dow? I am sure he is not very good."
"But he never troubled me, much," said Matilda. "He does not make me miserable all the day long."
Mr. Richmond paused again.
"Our Master knew what it was to be ill-treated by bad people, Matilda."
"Yes, Mr. Richmond."
"How did he feel towards them?"
"Oh, but I am not like that," said Matilda again.
"You must be, if you are His child."
"Must I?" said Matilda, the tears dropping from her eyes quietly. "How can I? If you only knew, Mr. Richmond!"
"No matter; the Lord knows. Tell Him all about it, and pray to be made so like Him and to love Him so well that you may love even this unkind friend."
"I don't think she is my friend," said Matilda; "but it don't make any difference."
"No, it does not make any difference."
"Mr. Richmond," said Matilda, timidly, after a moment, "won't you pray with me?"
Which the minister instantly did. Matilda wept quietly all the time of his prayer, and after they rose from their knees, leaning her head on Mr. Richmond's shoulder, where she had poured out her troubles once before. Her friend let her alone, keeping his arm round her kindly, till the child raised her head and wiped her eyes.
"Do you feel better?" he whispered then. Matilda answered "yes," in an answering whisper.
"But Mr. Richmond," she said, presently, "I am very sorry for Lilac Lane."
"I am very sorry," he said.
"There is the money in my purse, all ready, and our list of things. It would have been so pleasant."
"Very pleasant," Mr. Richmond answered.
"And now I can't do Band work any more," Matilda went on. "I have no opportunities for anything any more. I cannot do anything at all."
"There might be something to say about that," Mr. Richmond replied; "but I think you have had enough talk just now. Is your sorrow on account of Lilac Lane because you have lost the pleasure? or because Mrs. Eldridge has lost it?"
"Why, both," said Matilda.
"I suppose so. Would it be any comfort to you to know that the work was done, even though you did not see it?"
"What, you mean the house cleaned and the things got, and Mrs. Eldridge fixed up as we meant to do it?"
"I mean that."
"Oh yes," said Matilda. "If I could know it was done, I would not be half so sorry about it. But Norton can't manage alone; and Maria has no time."
"No, but somebody else might. Now go off and talk to Miss Redwood; and make some more gingerbread or something; and after tea we will see about your lost opportunities if you like."
"Would Miss Redwood do all that for me?" said Matilda.
"You can consult her and find out."
CHAPTER VII.
Miss Redwood was mopping up the yellow painted floor of her kitchen, as Matilda softly pushed open the door and looked in.
"Who's that?" said the housekeeper. "Floor's all wet; and I don't want no company till there's a place for 'em to be. Stop! is that Tilly Englefield? Why, I declare it is! Come right in, child. You're the greatest stranger in town."