'
'Why does she stay?' I asked.
'Mavor's people wanted her to go to them,' he replied.
'They have money--she told me about it, but her heart is in the grave
up there under the pines; and besides, she hopes to do something for the
miners, and she will not leave them.'
I am afraid I snorted a little impatiently as I said, 'Nonsense! why,
with her face, and manner, and voice she could be anything she liked in
Edinburgh or in London.'
'And why Edinburgh or London?' he asked coolly.
'Why?' I repeated a little hotly. 'You think this is better?'
'Nazareth was good enough for the Lord of glory,' he answered, with
a smile none too bright; but it drew my heart to him, and my heat was
gone.
'How long will she stay?' I asked.
'Till her work is done,' he replied.
'And when will that be?' I asked impatiently.
'When God chooses,' he answered gravely; 'and don't you ever think but
that it is worth while. One value of work is not that crowds stare at
it. Read history, man!'
He rose abruptly and began to walk about.
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