If we are a thought of God, as some one has beautifully put it, surely the stamp of His handiwork must be precious to us." "But how about the marred and ugly faces, Die ?" and Elizabeth looked at her dubiously.
"It is their cross," returned Dinah simply--"a heavy cross perhaps, but when I see a very plain, unattractive woman I do so long to whisper in her ear--" "Don't trouble about it, poor thing.

What does it matter?
You will be beautiful one day, and even now, if you are good and patient, the angels will think you lovely.' Dear me, Betty," interrupting herself, "why are you creasing my pretty silk dress." "Lord love you, miss, I am only a-feeling for your wings," returned Elizabeth in a droll voice, and then they both laughed, for this was a standing joke between them ever since Dinah had repeated poor old Becky Brent's speech, when the wrinkled hand of the blind and doited old creature had fumbled about her shapely shoulders.
Dinah had been right in thinking that the vicar and Mr.Herrick would have much in common, and the conversation at the dinner-table that evening was unusually animated.
She and Elizabeth were attentive listeners, and on comparing notes afterwards both of them owned that they had been struck with Mr.
Herrick's intelligence and broad-minded views.
The slight egotism that Elizabeth had detected seemed to drop from him like a veil, and he showed his true nature; he was evidently a patient and reverent searcher after knowledge, and his marked deference to the elder scholar became him greatly.

Dinah quite glowed with innocent pleasure as she listened to them.

"It is so seldom the dear vicar gets any one to talk on his favourite subjects, but one could see that Mr.
Herrick is after his own heart," she remarked, as they sat on the terrace drinking their coffee and waiting for the gentlemen to join them.
"He is certainly very clever," observed Elizabeth thoughtfully.
"David was unusually quiet," went on Dinah; but her sister apparently did not hear this, for she went on talking about the advantage of a more varied reading.
"I am such an ignoramus," she continued, "when those men were talking about the MSS.

in that old unknown monastery, I felt like a little goggle-eyed charity-school girl.