This girl's face,
you know, is beautiful. It is what God meant some faces to
be; at least, I mean he has given her the frame for a face of beauty. I
have a vague, half-understood sort of wish to give her a glimpse of
harmony; something that will fit her golden hair and lovely complexion;
and see what she will think of God's idea, and whether she will
understand that it is sin which has spoiled it, and whether she is
willing to serve the author of her ruin. I don't believe I am making
myself plain, but I know what I mean, at least."
"If we do not, I think it must be because you have caught a thought from
God, that we are not able to reach up to."
It was Mr. Roberts who made this reply. Something in his wife's
experiment had deeply moved him.
As for Mr. Ried, his face lighted, as it always did, at the mention of
his sister's name.
"Sometimes I almost think that it is Ester still at work, and that He
lets her work through this woman."
It was what he said to Gracie Dennis in an aside. Mrs. Roberts had
already gone to see in person to the comfort of her guest.
CHAPTER XXVI.
"O LORD, TAKE DIRK, TOO!"
She found her standing before the mirror. By reason of the fact that she
understood no pretty trick of braid or curl, her long yellow hair hung
just as Nature had made it, with no waves or ripples save those which
had grown with its growth.
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