CHAPTER XIII. 

WAKING UP. 





EVERY thing did "go beautifully" for a time; so much so, that Christie began to think she really had "got religion." A delightful peace pervaded her soul, a new interest made the dullest task agreeable, and life grew so inexpressibly sweet that she felt as if she could forgive all her enemies, love her friends more than ever, and do any thing great, good, or glorious. 

She had known such moods before, but they had never lasted long, and were not so intense as this; therefore, she was sure some blessed power had come to uphold and cheer her. She sang like a lark as she swept and dusted; thought high and happy thoughts among the pots and kettles, and, when she sat sewing, smiled unconsciously as if some deep satisfaction made sunshine from within. Heart and soul seemed to wake up and rejoice as naturally and beautifully as flowers in the spring. A soft brightness shone in her eyes, a fuller tone sounded in her voice, and her face grew young and blooming with the happiness that transfigures all it touches. 

"Christie 's growing handsome," David would say to his mother, as if she was a flower in which he took pride. 

"Thee is a good gardener, Davy," the old lady would reply, and when he was busy would watch him with a tender sort of anxiety, as if to discover a like change in him. 

But no alteration appeared, except more cheerfulness and less silence; for now there was no need to hide his real self, and all the social virtues in him came out delightfully after their long solitude. 
What was going well?
For who?
How did this her feel?
Was she troubled?
Is she disinterested?
How does she feel about her enemies?
What about her friends?
What about her activities?
Was this unfamiliar to her?
Was this a constant state?
What was it?
What was significant this time?
How did this make her feel?
To do what?
How did she express this?
How else?
Did someone notice?
Who?
What did he say?
To who?
EVERY thing
EVERY thing
Christie
Christie 
she really had "got religion."
she really had "got religion." 
No
A delightful peace pervaded her soul,
No
a new interest made the dullest task agreeable
she could forgive all
 she could forgive all 
she could love them more than ever
she could forgive all her enemies, love her friends more than ever
she could do any thing great, good, or glorious.
she could forgive all her enemies, love her friends more than ever, and do any thing great, good, or glorious.
No
She had known such moods before
No
moods
moods
moods
they had never lasted long, and were not so intense as this
 they had never lasted long, and were not so intense as this
some blessed power had come
some blessed power had come
uphold and cheer her
uphold and cheer her
She sang like a lark
She sang like a lark
when she sat sewing, smiled unconsciously
when she sat sewing, smiled unconsciously
Yes
"Christie 's growing handsome,"
David
David
"Christie 's growing handsome,"
"Christie 's growing handsome,"
his mother
his mother