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the kitchen door! I have seen so much, and I have heard so much. I told Mr. Armstrong, after we met him, that I had been through the Alhambra and the Vatican, and into fairyland, and over the Alps. And after that, mother," she added, low, "I think he almost took me into heaven!" CHAPTER XIX. A "LEADING." "The least flower, with a brimming cup, may stand And share its dewdrop with another near." MRS. BROWNING. Glory McWhirk was waiting upstairs, in Faith's pretty, white, dimity-hung chamber. These two girls, of such utterly different birth and training, were drawing daily toward each other across the gulf of social circumstance that separated them. Twice a week, now, Glory came over, and found her seat and her books ready in Miss Faith's pleasant room, and Faith herself waiting to impart to her, or to put her in the way of gathering, those bits of week-day knowledge she had ignorantly hungered for so long. Glory made quick progress. A good, plain foundation had been laid during the earlier period of her stay with Miss Henderson, by a regular attendance, half daily, at the district school. Aunt Faith said "nobody's time belonged to anybody that knew better themselves, until they could read, and write, and figure, and tell which side of the globe they lived on." Then, too, the girl's indiscriminate gleaning from such books as had come in her way, through all these years, assorted itself gradually, now, about new facts. Glory's "good times" had, verily, begun at last. On this day that she sat waiting, Faith had been called down by her mother to receive some village ladies who had walked over to Cross Corners to pay a visit. Glory had time for two or three chapters of "Ivanhoe," and to tell Hendie, who strayed in, and begged for it, Bridget Foye's old story of the little red hen, while the regular course of topics was gone through below, of the weather--the new minister--the last meeting of the Dorcas Society--the everlasting wants and helplessness of Mrs. Sheffley and her seven children, and whether the society had better do anything more for them--the trouble in the west district school, and the question "where the Dorcas bag was to go next time." At last, the voices and footsteps retreated, through the entry, the door closed somewhat promptly as the last "good afternoon" was said, and Faith sprang up the narrow staircase. There was a lesson in Geog
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