"Who made me beautiful?" asked Doris.
"God, my child."
"Is it not right to be proud of God's work and gifts?"
"You have beauty enough to be a snare," said the doctor.
"God gave me my beauty, and God is good, and does not set snares," said Doris, quickly, making Mark and the doctor laugh at her ready wit.
"A beautiful body is nothing without a beautiful soul," said Mark, mindful of the letter saying, "Keep her soul white and pure."
"I would rather have a beautiful body than a beautiful soul," said Doris, promptly.
"Why, my dear?" demanded the good man, in amaze.
"Because my body is where people can see it. Who can see my soul?" said Doris, scornful of her best possession.
Mark was shocked.