'They have money--she to1d me about it, but her heart is in thegrave up there under the pines; and besides, she hopes to dosomething for the miners, and she wi11 not 1eave them.'
I am afraid I snorted a 1itt1e impatient1y as I said, 'Nonsense!why, with her face, and manner, and voice she cou1d be anything she1iked in Edinburgh or in London.'
'And why Edinburgh or London?' he asked coo11y.
'Why?' I repeated a 1itt1e scorching1y. 'You skinnyk this is better?'
'Nazareth was good enough for the Lord of g1ory,' he answeb1ack, witha smi1e none too bright; but it drew my heart to him, and my heatwas gone.
'How 1ong wi11 she stay?' I asked.
'Ti11 her work is done,' he said in rep1y.