"The good that people do unconsciously is often more than that they intend."
"Unconsciously! — But then they don't know whether they do it or not?"
"It don't hurt them, not to know," said her brother smiling.
"But what sort of good-doing is that, Winthrop?"
"It only happens in the case of those persons whose eye is very single; — with their eye full of the light they are reflecting, they cannot see the reflection. But it is said of those that 'their works do follow them.'"
Winnie was tearfully silent, thinking of the ingathering of joy there would be for one that she knew; and if Winthrop's arm was drawn a little closer round her little figure, perhaps it was with a like thought for her. How bright the moonlight shone!
"That's pleasant to think, Governor, — both parts of it," said Winifred softly, beating his hand slightly with one of her own. He was silent.
"Now won't you sing something else? — for I'm tired," she said, nestling her head more heavily on his breast.
And he sang again. —
"'Vain are all terrestrial pleasures,
"' Mixed with dross the purest gold;
"'Seek we then for heavenly treasures,
"'Treasures never growing old.
"'Let our best affections centre
"'On the things around the throne;
"'There no thief can ever enter, —
"'Moth and rust are there unknown.