"You are a happy thing," said the doctor, but not in a way to make his words other than graceful. "I wish you would make me as good as you are."
She looked at him, and answered very much as if she had been speaking to a child.
"God will make you much better, Dr. Harrison, if you ask him."
He was silent a minute after that, without looking at her. When he spoke again, it was with a change of tone.
"You are of a different world from that in which I live; and the flowers that are sweet to you, belong, I am afraid, to a Flora that I have no knowledge of. What, for instance, would you call pleasant things to talk about—if you were choosing a subject of conversation?"
Faith looked a little surprised.
"A great many things are pleasant to me," she said smiling.
"I am sure of that! But indulge me—what would you name as supremely such, to talk about?"
"If they are talked about right," said Faith gently, "I don't know anything so pleasant as those things I was speaking of—what God will have us do in this world, and what he will do for us in the next."
"'Heaven and the way thither'—" said Dr. Harrison to himself.