"Did you think I looked heavenly when you used to peddle fish?"
"Yes, Magdalene, you looked sweet then, but you was so confounded mean."
She hesitated, and then said, "Why, Peter?"
"Well, Magdalene, you led me right into it, just as you do everyone you talk with."
Magdalene looked on poor Peter, who seemed to wilt and fade under the smiling searchlight of the now happy Jewess.
"John," she said quite firmly, "please relieve Aunt Mary by holding me in your arms while I talk."
When he had taken her she looked in his face and laughingly said, "Queer, isn't it, John? Once you wanted to love me and I would not let you, now I want you to love me and you will not."
John choked and sobbed and finally said, "I do love you, Magdalene; we all love you; the angels love you, and that is why they are waiting to take you home."
A sweet smile lingered on the swooning beauty's face while John gently passed his hand over her auburn waves, which seemed to awake her again, and she said, "Peter, where do you think Jesus is now?"
"I do not know, Magdalene, I am all at sea."