"Isn't it delicious?" said the minister, leaning on the little gate, and pushing his hair back from his forehead.
"The stillness is pleasant," said Diana.
"Yet you must have enough of that?"
"Yes—sometimes," said the girl. She was a little shy of speaking her thoughts to the minister; indeed, she was not accustomed to speak them to anybody, not knowing where they could meet entertainment. She wondered Mr. Masters did not go like the rest; however, it was pleasant enough to stand there talking to him.
"What do you do for books here?" he went on.
"O, I have all my father's books," said Diana. "My father was a minister, Mr. Masters; and when he died his books came to me."
"A theological library!" said Mr. Masters.
"Yes. I suppose you would call it so."
"Have you it here?"
"Yes. I have it in my room up-stairs. All one end of the room full."