I am thinking of that
word,--'Blessed are they that do His commandments; that they may have a
right to the tree of life, and may enter in through the gates into the
city.' I don't believe anybody that is left outside will think much of
what we call greatness in that day."

"Why, the world wouldn't be the world, at that rate," cried Rupert.

"Think it wouldn't be altered for the better?"

"But a few people can't make it like that."

"Suppose they make only a very little piece of it like that?--But then
comes the end, Rupert, and the King's 'Well done!'"

"Then you wouldn't have a man make as much as he can of himself," said
Rupert after a dissatisfied pause.

"Certainly I would."

"What use?"

"Oh, to be a better servant to his Master, the best he possibly can;
and to do more work for Him; the most he can do."

"It seems to me, Miss Dolly, if you are right, pretty much all the rest
of the world are wrong."

"Yes, Rupert; don't you remember the Bible says that the wrong way is
the broad way, where almost all the people go?"

Rupert's meditations this time held him till they got home.

The days that intervened before Christmas were filled full with
delightful business. Dolly had her anxieties, it is true; but she was
in Rome. What could stand against the witchery of the enchantress city?
Anxieties fell into the background; and with all the healthy, elastic
spring of her young years Dolly gave herself to the Present and the
Past, and rejoiced, hour by hour and step by step, in what the Present
and the Past opened up to her. True, her father and mother hardly
shared in her pleasure; Mr. Copley's taste was blunted, I fear, for all
noble enjoyment; and Mrs. Copley cared mainly to be comfortable in her
home quarters, and to go out now and then where the motley world of
fashion and of sight-seeing did most congregate. Especially she liked
to go to the Pincian Hill Sunday afternoon, and watch the indescribable
concourse of people of all nationalities which is there to be seen at
that time. But there Dolly would not go.

"It is very absurd of you, Dolly!" cried her mother, greatly
disappointed; for she had a pride in seeing the universal attention
which was drawn to Dolly in every public place. "What harm should there
be in looking at the beautiful view and hearing music? we are not going
to _do_ anything."

"It's the Lord's day, mother," said Dolly, looking up at her
sorrowfully.

"You went to church this mor