He thinks you're misled, of course, but that some day you'll see the error of your ways." "Humph! I'll have to hurry up if I want to see 'em without spectacles.
See my errors! Land sakes! much as I can do to see the heads of these tacks.

Takin' up carpets is as hard a test of a body's eyesight as 'tis of their religion." Her companion put down the tablecloth she was folding and looked earnestly at the other woman.

To an undiscerning eye the latter would have looked much as she always did--plump and matronly, with brown hair drawn back from the forehead and parted in the middle; keen brown eyes with a humorous twinkle in them--this was the Keziah Coffin the later generation of Trumet knew so well.
But Grace Van Horne, who called her aunt and came to see her so frequently, while her brother was alive and during the month following his death, could see the changes which the month had wrought.

She saw the little wrinkles about the eyes and the lines of care about the mouth, the tired look of the whole plucky, workaday New England figure.
She shook her head.
"Religion!" she repeated.

"I do believe, Aunt Keziah, that you've got the very best religion of anybody I know.