It was the easier for Eppy to go home that her grandmother needed
her, and that her grandfather would not be able to say much to her.
She was an affectionate girl, and yet her grandfather's condition
roused in her no indignation; for the love of being loved is such a
blinding thing, that the greatest injustice from the dearest to the
next dearest will by some natures be readily tolerated. God help us!
we are a mean set--and meanest the man who is ablest to justify
himself!
Mrs. Brookes, having prepared a heavy basket of good things for Eppy
to carry home to her grandmother, and made it the heavier for the
sake of punishing her with the weight of it, set out with her,
saying to herself,
"The jaud wants a wheen harder wark nor I hae hauden till her han',
an' doobtless it's preparin' for her!"
She was kindly received, without a word of reproach, by her
grandmother; the sufferer, forgetful of, or forgiving her words of
rejection in the garden, smiled when she came near his bedside; and
she turned away to conceal the tears she could not repress. She
loved her grand-parents, and she loved the young lord, and she could
not get the two loves to dwell together peaceably in her mind--a
common difficulty with our weak, easily divided, hardly united
natures--frangible, friable, readily distorted! It needs no less
than God himself, not only to unite us to one another, but to make a
whole of the ill-fitting, roughly disjointed portions of our
individual beings.
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