"I've been—to Friend's Meeting," the girl answered.
"Get anything by that?" he asked, gruffly, letting the shag down over his eyes that behind it beamed softly.
"Yes; a morsel," replied Desire. "All I wanted."
"All you wanted? Well, that's a Sunday-full!"
"Yes, sir, I think it is," said she.
When they got out upon the sidewalk, Kenneth Kincaid asked, "Was it one of the morsels that may be shared, Miss Desire? Some crumbs multiply by dividing, you know."
"It was only a verse out of the Bible, with a new word in it."
"A new word? Well, I think Bible verses often have that. I suppose it was what they were made for."
Desire's glance at him had a question in it.
"Made to look different at different times, as everything does that has life in it. Isn't that true? Clouds, trees, faces,—do they ever look twice the same?"