"Than that instance?"
"No, no! — for that instance."
"I am afraid you have a little tendency to hero-worship, Miss
Elizabeth."
"A very safe tendency," said the young lady. "There aren't many heroes to call it out."
"Living heroes?"
"No, nor dead ones, — if one could get at more than the great facts of their lives, which don't shew us the men."
"Then you are of opinion that 'trifles make the sum of human things?'"
"I don't know what are trifles," said Elizabeth.
"Dere is nozing is no trifle," said Mr. Herder, coming in from the other room. "Dere is no such thing as trifle. Miss Elisabet' hang her head a little one side and go softly, — and people say, 'Miss Elisabet' is sad in her spirit — what is the matter?' — and you hold up your head straight and look bright out of your eyes, and they say, 'Miss Elisabet' is fière — she feels herself goot; she do not fear nozing, she do not care for nozing.'"
"I am sure it is a trifle whether I look one way or another,
Mr. Herder," said Elizabeth, laughing a little.