"Whatsoever thy hand findeth to do, do it with thy might."--Ecc. 9:10.
"A servant with this clause Makes drudgery divine;-- Who sweeps a room as for Thy laws, Makes that and the action fine." GEORGE HERBERT.
Mis' Battis's "gumption" was a relief--conjoined, even, as it was, to a mighty _inertia_--after the experience of Norah McGonegal's utter incapacity; and her admission, _pro tempore,_ came to be tacitly looked upon as a permanent adoption, for want of a better alternative. She continued to seat herself, unabashed, whenever opportunity offered, in the presence of the family; and invariably did so, when Mrs. Gartney either sent for, or came to her, to give orders. She always spoke of Mr. Gartney as "he," addressed her mistress as Miss Gartney, and ignored all prefix to the gentle name of Faith. Mrs. Gartney at last remedied the pronominal difficulty by invariably applying all remarks bearing no other indication, to that other "he" of the household--Luther. Her own claim to the matronly title she gave up all hope of establishing; for, if the "relic'" abbreviated her own wifely distinction, how should she be expected to dignify other people?
As to Faith, her mother ventured one day, sensitively and timidly, to speak directly to the point.
"My daughter has always been accustomed to be called _Miss_ Faith," she said, gently, in reply to an observation of Parthenia's, in which the ungarnished name had twice been used. "It isn't a _very_ important matter--still, it would be pleasanter to us, and I dare say you won't mind trying to remember it?"
"'M! No--I ain't partic'ler. Faith ain't a long name, and 'twon't be much trouble to put a handle on, if that's what you want. It's English fashion, ain't it?"
Parthenia's coolness enabled Mrs. Gartney to assert, somewhat more confidently, her own dignity.
"It is a fashion of respect and courtesy, everywhere, I believe."
Thereafter, Faith was "Miss," with a slight pressure of emphasis upon the handle.
"Mamma!" cried Hendie, impetuously, one day, as he rushed in from a walk with his attendant, "I _hate_ Mahala Harris! I wish you'd let me dress myself, and go to walk alone, and send her off to Jericho!"
"Whereabouts do you suppose Jericho to be?" asked Faith, laughing.