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Miss Harriet-3
"Oh, he was a queer, good-natured being, this God of hers! He was a sort of village philosopher without any great resources and without great power, for she always figured him to herself as inconsolable over injustices committed under his eyes, as though he were powerless to prevent them. "She was, however, on excellent terms with him, affecting even to be the confidante of his secrets and of his troubles. She would say: "'God wills' or 'God does not will,' just like a sergeant announcing to a recruit: 'The colonel has commanded.' "At the bottom of her heart she deplored my ignorance of the intentions of the Eternal, which she endeavored to impart to me. "Almost every day I found in my pockets, in my hat when I lifted it from the ground, in my paintbox, in my polished shoes, standing i
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