She was a good Methodist and there was no doubt in her mind that Providence was responsible.

When she rose to testify in prayer-meeting she always mentioned her "cross" and everybody knew that the cross was Luther.

She carried him, but it is no more than fair to say that she didn't provide him with cushions.

She never let him forget that he was a steerage passenger.

However, Lute was well upholstered with philosophy, of a kind, and, so long as he didn't have to work his passage, was happy, even if the voyage was a rather rough one.
Just now he was supposed to be raking the back yard, but the rake was between his knees, his head was tipped back against the shingled wall of the kitchen, and he was sleeping, with the sunshine illuminating his open mouth, "for all the world like a lamp in a potato cellar," as his wife had said the last time she caught him in this position.