“Mellowing, salting, sprouting,” laughed Judith.
“Roger, a new charge!” exclaimed Marion, startled.
“A new charge, my dear sister. I am too small for Bensalem, they need a bigger man here.”
“But, Roger,” remonstrated Judith, with big, distressed eyes; “will you not give dear, little Bensalem your best?”
“My very best,” he answered, solemnly.
XXVIII. A NEW ANXIETY.
“Our eyes see all around, in gloom or glow,
Hues of their own fresh borrowed from the heart.”
—Keble.