Do you remember
what the Lord said about that?"
"Not quite."
"He said: 'Look not on his countenance or the height of his stature,
because I have refused him; for the Lord seeth not as man seeth; for man
looketh on the outward appearance, but the Lord looketh on the heart!'"
"Then it does make a difference to man."
"It seems as if it made a difference to Samuel; and the Lord declares
that man is influenced by the outward appearance. Well, now, taking it
for granted from the Lord's own words, what then?"
"Then it is rather hard not to be beautiful, isn't it?"
"Genius makes a difference; is it rather hard not to be a genius? Money
makes a difference; is it rather hard not to be rich? Position makes a
difference; is it rather hard not to be noble?"
"I never thought about those things. They give you advantage in the
world; but beauty makes people love you."
"What kind of beauty?"
"Lovable beauty," confessed Marjorie, smiling, feeling that she was being
cornered.
"What makes lovable beauty?"
"A lovable heart, I suppose."
"Then I shouldn't wonder if you might have it as well as another. Is
Clarissa Parks more loved than any one in your class?"
"Oh, no. She is not a favorite at all."
"Then, child, I don't see that you are proving your assertion."
"I know I'm not," laughed Marjorie. "Clarissa Parks is engaged; but so is
Fanny Hunting, and Fanny is the plainest little body. But I did begin by
really believing that beautiful faces had the best of it in the world,
and I was feeling rather aggrieved because somebody described me
yesterday as 'that girl in the first class who is always getting up head;
she is short and rather stout and wears her hair in a knot at the back of
her head?' Now wasn't that humiliating? Not a word about my eyes or
complexion or manner!"
Miss Prudence laughed at her comically aggrieved tone.
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