In the enthusiasm of the action he had quite forgotten himself, quite forgotten Sarah. To do God's will, on earth, even as it is done in heaven! That was the pure and perfect joy that satisfied his soul for the moment. Sarah understood the spiritual exaltation, and she slipped away ere he could mar the gracious act by any thought of earthly approval or reward. She did not go back to work, Ben Holden was in the yard, and she said to him, "Thou must let me off to-day. I'm none fit for my loom."
"Why-a! Whativer's t' matter with thee? T' master niver said no to thy question?"
"He said yes with all his heart. He's a good man. I want to find Steve and tell him t' news; and there is Joyce, poor lass! It would be selfish like in me not to see her as soon as iver I could get there."
"Go thy ways, Sarah Benson. If there were more women like thee, there wouldn't be so many bad husbands."
"Don't thee say that. Why should men lay their sins on any poor woman? They take their own ill way, most oft' time. It 'ud be just as fair to say, if all men were like thee and t' master, there would be no bad wives."
