With a startled cry Mrs. Marden sprang to her feet, certain that the
ceiling had fallen upon her. Hearing the confusion, Mrs. Royal rushed
into the room, rescued Rodney unhurt from the ruins, and carried him
back into the kitchen. The clergyman at once turned his attention to
his visitor.
"I trust that you are not hurt," he remarked. "I am so sorry that this
accident happened."
"I'm not hurt," was the feeble response, "but I feel very faint," and
the widow sank into a chair, and closed her eyes. "There, I feel
better now," she continued, breathing heavily. "Oh, what a shock that
gave me! My troubles never cease. Just think, I might have been
killed if the good Lord had not stopped that thing from falling."
The clergyman repressed a smile as he well knew that the Lord had
nothing to do with it. He kept his thoughts to himself, however, and
busied himself with picking up the various articles and broken
fragments which strewed the floor.
"What an awful baby he is," Mrs. Marden at length, exclaimed. "If he
can do such a terrible thing now, what will he do when he grows up? It
is not safe to have such a child in your house."
"Why, any child would have done the same," the parson replied.
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