"Well, Molly," said the Judge, going up to the old apple woman's stand, "don't you get tired sitting here these cold, dismal days?”
"It's only a little while, sir.”
"And the hot, dusty days?" said he.
"It's only a little while, sir," answered Molly.
"And the rainy, drizzly days?" said the Judge.
"It's only a little while," answered Molly.
"And your sick, rheumatic days, Molly?" said the Judge.
"It's only a little while, sir," said she. "And what then, Molly?" asked the Judge.
"I shall enter into the rest which remains for the people of God," answered the old woman, devoutly; "and the troublesomeness of the way there will not pester me. It's only a little while, sir.”
"All is well that ends well, I dare say," said the Judge; "but what makes you so sure, Molly?”
"How can I help being sure, sir," said she, "since Christ is the way, and I am in Him? He is mine and I am His. Now I only feel along the way. I shall see Him as He is in a little while, sir.”
"Ah, Molly, you've got more than the law ever taught me," said the Judge.
"Yes, sir, because I went to the gospel.”
"Well, Molly, I must look into these things," said the Judge, taking an apple and walking off.
"There's only a little while, sir," said she.