"Handsome, and rich. Well — Be you happy too, young lady, above the common?"
"I have learned, ma'am, that that depends upon right-doing; — so I am not always happy."
"Have you learned that lesson?" said the old woman. "It's a good one. Let me see your hand?"
Elizabeth drew near and gave it.
"It's a pretty hand," — said the old woman. "It's soft — it hain't done much work. It feels rich and handsome. Don't you give it to no one who will help you to forget that the blessing of God is better than silver and gold."
"Thank you. I will not."
"Be you a servant of the Lord, young lady?"
"I hope I am, Mrs. Underhill," Elizabeth answered with some hesitation. "Not a good one."
The old woman dropped her hand and fell back in her chair, only saying, for Elizabeth had risen,
"Come and see me again — I'll be pleased to see ye."