A quiet, restful feeling took the place of the burning, eager anxiety
she had hitherto felt, and from that moment she was sure, yes,
SURE that she would have her wish, and some day be able to read.
Nothing had ever encouraged and strengthened her so much
as the earnest words and prayers of this Christian woman.
How thankful she always felt that she had been brought to the
prayer-meeting at Massa Bertram's that night.
CHAPTER XI.
ROUGH PLACES.
To obtain possession of the hymn-book she desired, was not so very
difficult in Tidy's estimation. The numerous visitors at the house,
pleased with her bright face, her gentle manners, and ready attentions,
often dropped a coin into her hand, and these little moneys
were carefully treasured for the accomplishment of her purpose.
She calculated that by Christmas-time she should have enough money
to buy it, and Uncle Simon she knew would procure it for her.
Her greatest anxiety now was to be ready to use it.
But how could she make herself ready? How was she to learn without
a teacher or a book?
There had been an old primer for some time tossing about the play-room--
its scarlet cover looking more gorgeous and tempting in Tidy's eyes,
as they fell upon it day after day, than any trinket or gewgaw she
could have seen; yet she dared not touch it.
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