WORTH YOUR WEIGHT IN GOLD 189

-T ain’t fur much longer, Honey ; de Lord ’ll soon sen’
his char’ot an’ take me to glory.”

She ceased speaking. I knew by her face, though not a
sound could be heard, that she was singing under her
breath one of the dear old negro hymns that we had been
used to hearing when she was up and at work; and then
she fell into another doze.

Two weeks from that day the chariot came.

Happy old Aunt Patsy! Even with the memory of her
ilness and suffering fresh in mind, I always think of her
as “happy old Aunt Patsy,” for had she not been worth
her weight in gold? The dear old woman always laid
ereat stress not at being prized at her weight in gold, but
in being really wf it. That was the point. And the best
of it was that her precious weight being mainly in her
value as a good servant, it increased just so much in pro-
portion as she excelled. Simple-hearted creature though
she was, she would have scorned the idea of weight, in this
connection, being a matter of mere flesh and bones. No,
it was Patsy the cook who was weighed in the balance.

It seems to me now that if I had seen Aunt Patsy
when I was a little girl, and heard her tell her story, it
would have been a great help. It would have taught me,
in one easy lesson, that to be worth your weight in gold is
a great advantage, and that the best way of becoming
worth your weight in gold is to learn to do some one
thing thoroughly well. Aunt Patsy could cook. That is
a fine thing in itself. Cooking is a good business when
one has one’s living to make, and a valuable accomplish-