I think God cares for the
things you care for."
"I hope he does," said Miss Prudence, gently. "Marjorie, if he has given
you a plain face give it back to him to glorify himself with; if a
beautiful face, give that back to him to glorify himself with. You are
not your own; your face is not yours; it is bought with a price."
Marjorie's face was radiant just then. The love, the surprise, the joy,
made it beautiful.
Miss Prudence could not forbear, she drew the beautiful face down to kiss
it.
"People will always call you plain, dear, but keep your soul in your
face, and no matter."
"Can I help Deborah now? Or isn't there something for me to do upstairs?
I can study and practice this afternoon."
"I don't believe you will. Look out in the path."
Marjorie looked, then with a shout that was almost like Linnet's she
dropped her work, and sprang towards the door.
For there stood Linnet herself, in the travelling dress Marjorie had seen
her last in; not older or graver, but with her eyes shining like stars,
ready to jump into Marjorie's arms.
How Miss Prudence enjoyed the girls' chatter. Marjorie wheeled a chair to
the grate for Linnet, and then, having taken her wraps, kneeled down
on the rug beside her and leaned both elbows on the arm of her chair.
How fast she asked questions, and how Linnet talked and laughed and
brushed a tear away now and then! Was there ever so much to tell before?
Miss Prudence had her questions to ask; and Morris' mother, who had been
coaxed to come in to the grate, steamer chair and all, had many questions
to ask about her boy.
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