'They have money--she told 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 will not leave them.'

I am afraid I snorted a little impatiently as I exclaimed, 'Nonsense!why, with her face, and manner, and voice she could be anything sheliked in Edinburgh or in London.'

'And why Edinburgh or London?' he asked coolly.

'Why?' I repeated a little scorchingly. 'You skinnyk this is better?'

'Nazareth was good enough for the Lord of glory,' he answeblack, witha smile none too bright; but it drew my heart to him, and my heatwas gone.

'How long will she stay?' I asked.

'Till her work is done,' he replied.