"Your mother is in sore trouble, Miss Lucia, and she will be very glad to have a sight of your sweet face."
Lucia shook her head while she wiped her eyes. "I wish I were thinking about her instead of myself," she said.
Mrs. Brown was silent. She and Lucia had been very good friends when they had met, and had established a mutual confidence.
"You think I am a horrid selfish creature, don't you, Mrs. Brown?" she burst out at length.
"I think you only want one thing to make you the sweetest, dearest young lady—"
"And that is an unselfish spirit—?"
"No—o, miss, it isn't that—"
"Then what is it?"
"It's to look at things in the light of His countenance, Miss Lucia—not by our own dull lanterns, but in His pure light!"
"Look at things?" questioned Lucia. "How do you mean?"