Father, Talk to Me as You Did to Beth

When aching heart was a little comforted, trouble mind likewise found help. For one day she went to the study, and leaning over the good gray head lifted to welcome her with a tranquil smile. She said very humbly, father, talk to me as you did to beth. I need it more than she did, for i'm all wrong, my dear. He answered with a falter in his voice and both arms round her, as if he too needed help and did not fear to ask for it. Then, sitting in beth's little chair, close beside him, joe told her troubles,. The resentful sorrow for her loss, the fruitless efforts that