"And what on earth is that?" asked Henrietta. "Oh, Maureen, you are entertaining."
"Well, I've been watching you a good bit."
"I should think so. Those eyes of yours would see through—well, through space itself. I often think you can see God."
"Of course I do. I see Him when I am most happy and when my dreams are most beautiful; but whenever He comes to me, awake or asleep, He says the same words, 'Help Henrietta and Daisy to find their lives.'"
"I say, does He really?"
"Well, yes, that is what He does say; and I want you, Henrietta, to find your life. After Christmas is over, I want you to learn all those things which make a home happy. I will speak to Mrs. Faithful on the subject, and she will get you regular teachers, and if she cannot do it herself, you and Daisy can go to another school, where these things are specially taught."
"What things, what things?"
"I will tell you after we come back from Rome. Now, come out and let's have a chat with Margaret Devereux. I want her to be your real friend. It is very bad for you only to have your dear little sister and me."
Henrietta pouted and struggled, but in the end she yielded to the superior force.