What have we done all our lives for the suffering, sinning side of Raymond?
How much have we denied ourselves or given of our personal ease and pleasure to bless the place in which we live or imitate the life of the Savior of the world?
Are we always to go on doing as society selfishly dictates, moving on its little narrow round of pleasures and entertainments, and never knowing the pain of things that cost ?" "Are you preaching at me ?" asked Mrs.Winslow slowly.

Rachel rose, and understood her mother's words.
"No.

I am preaching at myself," she replied gently.

She paused a moment as if she thought her mother would say something more, and then went out of the room.

When she reached her own room she felt that so far as her own mother was concerned she could expect no sympathy, nor even a fair understanding from her.
She kneeled.