"You're always at one or the other," said Norton, giving the shoulders a little shake. "Both is too much at once."
"O Norton, how can one help it? It's so grand, to think that God is so rich and great, and can do such beautiful things."
"What now?" said Norton.
"What now? Why, the snow."
"Oh!" said Norton. "I've seen snow before."
"But it's always just so beautiful. No, not always, for it's a grand storm to-day. Just see how it comes down. It is getting dusk already. And every flake of it is just so lovely and wonderful. Mr. Richmond shewed me some on his hat once. I am so glad to know that God made it, and there is no end to the beautiful things he can make. It's covering your walk up again, Norton."
"It's very queer to hear you talk," said Norton.
"Queer?" said Matilda.
"It's so queer, that you have no idea, Pink, how queer it is. I don't know what you want."
"I know what I want," said Matilda. "I want to know more of God's beautiful work. Mr. Richmond says the earth is full of it; and I think it would be nice to be seeing it always; but I know so little."