“In one of my lessons, you told me, that some objects were white, because they absorbed none of the rays, but reflected all.”
“You must explain your singular application-or in plain words, tell me how she reflects all, and takes none.”
“Why, because she don't take the life from people, but gives to them.”
“You know just what I mean-she throws it back to themselves purified by her light.” And the child's face was not her own, another's shone through it.
“Very good, Dawn, I hope we shall sometime know this pure young lady, and receive a brightness from her,” said Miss Vernon, talking more to herself than the strange child who was dancing at that moment in time to the waves.
“According to your scientific symbol, I suppose we shall see some black people here before we go,” she said laughingly to the child.
“Yes, there are plenty of those everywhere. They take all the light, and give none out. But see, Miss Vernon, the lady is sitting on a rock and weeping, may I go to her?”
“Would it not be an intrusion?”
“Yes, sometimes, but not now. May I go? Papa would let me, I think.”
“You must ask him. I had rather not give you such a liberty.”