Judith looked at the west and reasoned about it; she turned toward the east, then to the west, then to the window again.
“So it is,” with an inflection of disappointment.
Mrs. Evans laughed softly and hurried back to the new kitchen.
Judith pumped her glass of water with the radiance of two suns in her face.
“Little girl, little girl,” called a voice from a buggy in the road, “will you direct me to the parsonage?”
“Go on straight up the hill, turn to the right and see the church; the next house is the parsonage,” she replied with ready exactness.
“Thank you,” said a second voice, with a foreign accent; the face bent forward was very dark, with dark eyes, and dark beard.
Half an hour afterward she found Miss Marion in her own room, and before they went down to the parlor to the piano, she and Miss Marion read together in First Samuel.
They were reading the Bible through together; Marion told her brother that it was a revelation to her to read the Bible with a girl, and an old woman; it was looking forward and looking backward.
Judith read her three verses and then gave a joyful exclamation:—