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See here , let me show you mine . '' And Abbie produced her little pocket Bible , and pointed with her finger while Ester read ; `` When I am weak , then am I strong . '' Then turning the leaves rapidly , as one familiar with the strongholds of that tower of safety , she pointed again , and Ester read : `` What time I am afraid , I will trust in thee . '' Almost five o'clock of a sultry October day , one of those days which come to us sometimes during that golden month , like a regretful turning back of the departing summer . A day which , coming to people who have much hard , pressing work , and who are wearied and almost stifled with the summer 's heat , makes them thoroughly uncomfortable , not to say cross . Almost five o'clock , and in the great dining-room of the Rieds Sadie was rushing nervously back and forth , very much in the same manner that Ester was doing on that first evening of our acquaintance , only there was not so much method in her rushing . The curtains were raised as high as the tapes would take them , and the slant rays of the yellow sun were streaming boldly in , doing their bravest to melt into oil the balls of butter on the table , for poor , tired , bewildered Sadie had forgotten to let down the shades , and forgotten the ice for the butter , and had laid the table cloth crookedly , and had no time to straighten it .