Chapter 15 No.15

I have oft said it, and again I say

That I, poor soul, did never choose my way,

But like taught birds, in hooded darkness heard

What was the Master's will, the Master's word

Bramble or rose whate'er His order gives

I take in joy--knowing the Gardener lives.

--Jami.

Auntie Rosebody's face showed pale above her wadded pink wrappe