Rebecca of Sunnybrook Farm HTML version

A Change Of Heart
That niece of yours is the most remarkable girl I have seen in years," said Mr. Burch
when the door closed.
"She seems to be turnin' out smart enough lately, but she's consid'able heedless,"
answered Miranda, "an' most too lively."
"We must remember that it is deficient, not excessive vitality, that makes the greatest
trouble in this world," returned Mr. Burch.
"She'd make a wonderful missionary," said Mrs. Burch; "with her voice, and her
magnetism, and her gift of language."
"If I was to say which of the two she was best adapted for, I'd say she'd make a better
heathen," remarked Miranda curtly.
"My sister don't believe in flattering children," hastily interpolated Jane, glancing toward
Mrs. Burch, who seemed somewhat shocked, and was about to open her lips to ask if
Rebecca was not a "professor."
Mrs. Cobb had been looking for this question all the evening and dreading some allusion
to her favorite as gifted in prayer. She had taken an instantaneous and illogical dislike to
the Rev. Mr. Burch in the afternoon because he called upon Rebecca to "lead." She had
seen the pallor creep into the girl's face, the hunted look in her eyes, and the trembling of
the lashes on her cheeks, and realized the ordeal through which she was passing. Her
prejudice against the minister had relaxed under his genial talk and presence, but feeling
that Mrs. Burch was about to tread on dangerous ground, she hastily asked her if one had
to change cars many times going from Riverboro to Syria. She felt that it was not a
particularly appropriate question, but it served her turn.
Deacon Milliken, meantime, said to Miss Sawyer, "Mirandy, do you know who Rebecky
reminds me of?"
"I can guess pretty well," she replied.
"Then you've noticed it too! I thought at first, seein' she favored her father so on the
outside, that she was the same all through; but she ain't, she's like your father, Israel
"I don't see how you make that out," said Miranda, thoroughly astonished.
"It struck me this afternoon when she got up to give your invitation in meetin'. It was
kind o' cur'ous, but she set in the same seat he used to when he was leader o' the Sabbath-
school. You know his old way of holdin' his chin up and throwin' his head back a leetle