'Are you looking for something more?' said Dr. Maryland, tenderly. 'What more are you looking for, Hazel?'
'Suppose I should tell you I do not quite know, myself, sir?'
'I should say, my dear, the best thing would be to find out.'
'I shall know when I find it,' said the girl. 'If I find it.'
' "To him that hath shall be given!" One of the best ways,
Hazel, to find more is to make the best use of what we have.'
The girl left her seat, and kneeling down by Dr. Maryland, laid her hand on his shoulder.
'I mean,' she said, dropping her voice so that only the doctor could hear, 'not more of what people call much; but something, where I have nothing. To belong to somebody—to have somebody belong to me.'
'Ah, my dear,' said the doctor, wistfully, 'I am afraid
Primrose wouldn't do.'
'I have wanted her ever since she took me in out of the rain, and did not wonder how I got wet,' said Hazel laughing but dropping her voice again.
'If you had her, my dear, you would then want something or somebody else.'