“‘And as they went up the hill to the city, they found young maidens going out to draw water, and said unto them: Is the seer here?
“‘And they answered them and said, He is, behold he is before you; make haste, now, for he came to-day to the city, for there is a sacrifice of the people to-day in the high place; as soon as ye be come into the city, ye shall straightway find him, before he go up to the high place to eat, for the people will not eat until he come, because he doth bless the sacrifice; and afterwards they eat that be bidden. Now, therefore, get you up; for about this time ye shall find him.’ Oh, Miss Marion, that is like me. I was getting a drink of water and I sent two men to find the Bensalem seer.”
“Even Saul couldn’t find the way without the maidens,” reflected Marion.
“And they were put in the story for all the world to read about; I wish people wouldn’t forget about girls now-a-days.”
“Who does?” asked Marion; “this is the girls’ century.”
“I wish people wouldn’t forget about girls now-a-days.”
“Who does?” asked Marion; “this is the girls’ century.”
“Nobody ever thinks about me. I am never in things like the other girls. Aunt Rody will never let me go anywhere; Aunt Affy coaxed her one day, and cried and said she was spoiling my girlhood, but Aunt Rody was worse than ever after that. I cry night after night because she will not let me go to boarding-school. Boarding-school has been the dream of my life; I make pictures about it to myself. Did you go to boarding-school?”
“Yes, for one year, and was glad enough to go home again. I wish you would come to school to me; do you suppose you could?” asked Marion with a sudden and joyous inspiration.
“O, Miss Marion,” was all the girl could reply for very gladness.