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But I suppose he is wiser, and understands it better. Perhaps it's the flowers that teach Malcom, for he always seems drawing lessons from them." Then came the impulse to get the Bible and read it for herself. "The impulse!" whence did it come? When Edith felt so orphaned and alone, forgotten even of God, then the Divine Father was nearest his child.
"If you will only come to me when you have any trouble with your Greek and Latin, Malcom," he said, "perhaps I can repay you in the slightest degree for the wonderful pleasure this would give me." So as Mr. Sumner was willing, his little class received the addition of Howard Sinclair. "Why so sober, Malcom?" asked his mother, as she found him alone by himself.
They spent some time here in visiting the different spots of interest within the church; in going out to see the tiny garden, where grow the thornless rose-bushes with blood-stained leaves, according to the old tradition, at which they were permitted to look through glass; and in listening to the rambling talk of a transparent-faced old monk in brown, Franciscan garb, who waxed more and more daring as he watched the interested faces of the party, until his tales of the patron saint grew so impossible that even poor Bettina's faith was sorely tried, and Malcom stole furtive glances at her to see how she bore it all.
So she told it at Malcom's request, her delicate fingers clasping and unclasping each other, according to her habit, as she talked. "How true it is that one ought to know the reason why a picture is painted, all about its painter, and a thousand other things, in order to appreciate it properly," said Malcom, as they turned to leave the room. "That is so," replied his uncle.
But Malcom laughed, and looked as if he could listen to so sweet a preacher forever. Never were there two better comrades than he and Bettina had been all their lives. Barbara said little. There was a far-away look in her eyes that told of unexpressed thought.
There are also notable frescoes by Giotto in Assisi, and especially in the Arena Chapel, Padua. Perhaps we may see them all by and by." On leaving the church, Bettina looked back, saying: "This is the church that Michael Angelo used to call 'his bride." "Used to," laughed Malcom. "You have gone back centuries this morning, Betty." "I feel so.
Toilet articles were put on the tiny wall-shelves; magazines and books on the top of the chest of drawers; and soon the little room took on a bit of an individual and homelike look which was very pleasing. Mrs. Douglas and Margery were just opposite them, and Malcom close at hand, so there was no chance of feeling too much adrift from the old life. "Hello, girls!
"And," added Bettina, "I think one of the most interesting studies in the world is about these same old saints whom you dislike so much, Malcom. They were heroes; and I think some of them were a great deal grander than those mythological characters you so dote upon. If your uncle will only be so good as to talk to us of the pictures! Let us go at once and thank him.
You can do it more easily then; and I will write, too, if you would like. Margery and Malcom are longing to see you. So is Robert, I am sure. And will it not be best for you to go right out somewhere with us?" A Morning in the Vatican. Oh! their Rafael of the dear Madonnas. It was, of course, somewhat difficult for Barbara to adjust herself to the new conditions.
Hands of invisible spirits touch the strings Of that mysterious instrument, the soul, And play the prelude of our fate. One day Malcom met an old fellow-student. Coming home, he told his mother of him, and asked permission to bring him for introduction. "His name is Howard Sinclair. I did not know him very well in the school, for he was some way ahead of me. He is now in Harvard College.
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