And that is as hard as to be punished unjustly.

And there is no help for it all.

Oh, where is God ?" Just as she left the lumber-yard district, she heard her name called, and saw Gifford Woodhouse striding towards her.

"You have been to those poor Davises I suppose," he said, as he reached her side, and took her empty basket from her hand.
"Yes," she answered, sighing.

"Oh, Gifford, how dreadful it all is,--the things these people say, and really believe!" Then she told him of Elder Dean, and a little of her talk with Mrs.Davis.Gifford listened, his face growing very grave.
"And that is their idea of God ?" he said, as she finished.