" She found that they amused her, and her life must
be full, full, full." No time to think--No time to think," some
little voice far, far within her cried. But on Grace's return
difficulties at once arose. Grace had, hitherto, done all these
things. She had, as she called it, "Played a large part in the life
of our Church." She was bored with them all, the Choir practices,
the Committees, the Altar flowers, and the rest; she was only too
pleased that Maggie should do the hard work--it was quite fair that
she, Grace, should have a rest. At the same time she did not at all
want to surrender the power that doing these things had given her.
She did not wish Maggie to take her place, but she wanted her to
support the burden-very difficult this especially if you are not
good at "thinking things out."
Grace never could "think things out." It seemed as though her
thoughts loved wilfully to tease and confuse her. Then when she was
completely tangled, and bewildered, her temper rose, slowly,
stealthily, but with a mighty force behind it; suddenly as a flood
bursts the walls that have been trying to resist it, it would sweep
the chambers of her mind, submerging, drowning the flock of panic-
stricken little ideas.
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