"O no!" said Faith with a little start,—"I like to walk very much, Mr. Linden; it's very pleasant.—And I am not tired," she added in a soft quiet voice.
"What is the difference between being tired, and being in want of rest?"
She looked at him again, and her words did not come at once.
"I suppose the difference is, that in one case you can get what you want—and in the other, you have to wait for it."
"Till when?"
She laughed, somewhat uneasily, and asked him what he meant.
"I hardly know how to make my question plainer, Miss Faith. I suppose I am of an impatient disposition, but the idea of waiting an indefinite time for rest is not pleasant to me."
"But can you always get it as soon as you would like to have it?"—Faith asked with a kind of timid doubt, as not knowing but his power might extend so far.
"Why not?—seeing rest is like some sweet wind, which cannot blow its soft gale till there is a clear space for it, why should it linger when the space is clear?—why not rest when we are weary?"
"But can you always get the clear space for it?" Faith asked, looking at him wonderingly.