The sun shone in His hair,
And so it was she saw, mayhap,
The crown already there.”
—George McDonald.
The day following Miriamne’s readings to her mother, she eagerly sought Father Adolphus that she might receive more of the narrative, delightsome to herself and evidently interesting to her parent.
Finding the priest at dawn in one of his accustomed walks amid the ruins, she scarcely waited for his “Peace, daughter,” until she exclaimed, “More! I want more of the story!”
“Hast finished that I gave thee so soon?”
“Yes, and read it all to my mother! Is that not wonderful?”
“Temerity!”