Mrs. Gartney urged the minister to come in and join them at the tea table; but "it was late in the week—he had writing to finish at home that evening—he would very gladly come another time."
"Mother!" cried Faith, presently, moving out of a dream in which she had been sitting before the fire, "I wonder whether it has been two hours, or two weeks, or two years, since we set off from the kitchen door! I have seen so much, and I have heard so much. I told Mr. Armstrong, after we met him, that I had been through the Alhambra and the Vatican, and into fairyland, and over the Alps. And after that, mother," she added, low, "I think he almost took me into heaven!"
CHAPTER XIX.
A "LEADING."
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"The least flower, with a brimming cup, may stand And share its dewdrop with another near." Mrs. Browning. |
Glory McWhirk was waiting upstairs, in Faith's pretty, white, dimity-hung chamber.
These two girls, of such utterly different birth and training, were drawing daily toward each other across the gulf of social circumstance that separated them.
Twice a week, now, Glory came over, and found her seat and her books ready in Miss Faith's pleasant room, and Faith herself waiting to impart to her, or to put her in the way of gathering, those bits of week-day knowledge she had ignorantly hungered for so long.