"But never mind Polly's
capers, dear Miss Prue, we know what a respectable old bird she is, in
spite of her lapses. Come into the library, where it's nice and cool,
and tell me everything you can think of about dear old Killamet. Oh, how
good, how good, it is to see you again, you blessed woman!" throwing an
arm about her, and hugging her up rapturously, as they passed into the
opposite apartment.
"What a paradise!" cried the elder maiden, stopping short on the
threshold. "Do you tell me that is a window, in the middle of the
chimney, or only some wonderful picture? I didn't know a room could be
made so beautiful, could express so perfectly the refinement of work"--
then breaking loose from Sara's embrace, she faced the young girl, and,
taking her by the shoulders, held her at arm's length, and gazed at her
critically. "Let me look at you," she said, sweeping her glance slowly
from the proud little head, with its earnest, refined face, down over
the lissome figure in its sheer, white gown, even to the daintily-shod
feet peeping from beneath it, "let me see whether this is the niche you
were intended for. Yes," slowly and reverently, "yes, I see. You fit in
here; you are content, satisfied. It isn't the luxury, either, Sara;
that you could do without; it is that better part one can hardly name,
only feel; and your Maker has been slow in shaping you that you might
fit the more perfectly.
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