“With a view to making learned ladies of them all?”
“Learned ladies? Well, yes, perhaps—as a means to an end. You may think it strange, as others have thought; but this woman really believed His word who said, ‘Ye are not your own. Ye are bought with a price.’ ‘None of us liveth to himself.’”
“In a way, we all believe them, I suppose.”
“Yes, in a way. Well, she believed them in another way. She believed them and lived them all her life long. Learned ladies! Yes; but the keynote of all her teaching was this: ‘Not your own, but His who bought you. His for service or for suffering, for watching or warfare, for life or death.’”
“Well?” said his friend, as the speaker paused.
“Well, she is dead, and ‘her works do follow her.’”
There was no time for more. The train stopped, and several of the “schoolgirls” rose to leave. The travellers heard one “Good-bye” spoken.
“Oh, if you would come with me even yet, dear Faithful!”
“Another time I hope to go with you; but not this time.”
“Well, good-bye, my Faithful, good-bye. No, I am not going to cry, but I will kiss you, whatever any one may think about it.”