But Julia found comfort in God's justice.

He _could_ not judge her wrongly.
Then she opened the Testament at the old place, and read the words long since fixed in her memory.

And then she--weary and heavy laden--came again to Him who invites, and found rest.

And then she found, as many another has found, that coming to God is not, as theorists will have it, a coming once for a lifetime, but a coming oft and ever repeated.
Jonas and Cynthy Ann retired to the kitchen, and the former said hi his irreverent way, "Blamed ef Abigail ha'nt got more devils into her'n Mary Magdalene had the purtiest day she ever seed! I should think, arter a life with her fer a mother, the bad place would be a healthy and delightful clime.

The devil a'n't a patchin' to her." "Don't, Jonas; you talk so cur'us, like as ef you was kinder sorter wicked." "That's jest what I am, my dear, but Abigail Anderson's wicked without the kinder sorter.