s, and a blackbird
was again heard saluting them.

"Now if you want refreshment," said Mr. Rhys, "I can give it to you;
but only of one kind."

"I don't know--I should say of several kinds," said Eleanor looking
into the basket--"but the quality doubtful."

"Did you think I meant _that?_"

Eleanor laughed at the earnest gravity of this speech. "Mr. Rhys, I saw
no other refreshment you had to offer me; but indeed I do not want
any--more than I am taking."

"I was going to offer it to you of another kind, but there is no kind
like it. What is your way of reading the Bible?"

"I have no particular 'way,'" said Eleanor in some surprise. "I read
several chapters a day--or at least always a chapter at morning and
another at evening. What 'way' do you mean?"

"There are a great many ways; and it is good to use them all at
different times. But what way would be good for a half hour's
refreshment, at such a time as this?"

"I am sure, I don't know," said Eleanor. "I have no way but the one."

"Yes, but we should not have seen the 'Bandel' of Helig, if we had not
turned aside to look at it; and you would not have heard the blackbird
and the wren perhaps, unless you had stopped to listen to them. I
suppose we have missed a million of other things, for want of looking."

"Yes, but we could not look at everything all along these miles of our
way," said Eleanor, her smile breaking forth again.

"Very true. On the other hand, if we go but a very little way, we can
examine all around us. Have you a Bible with you?"

"No. I never carry one."

"I am better off than you. Let us try a little of this--the first
chapter of Romans. Will you read the first verse, and consider it."

He handed her his Bible and Eleanor read.

"'Paul, a servant of Jesus Christ, called to be an apostle, separated
unto the gospel of God'--"

"What do you find there?" said her companion.

"Not much. This verse seems to be a sort of opening, or introduction to
the rest. Paul tells who he is, or what he is."

"And what does he say he is?"

"A servant of Jesus Christ."

"You think that is 'not much?'"

"Certainly it is much, in itself; but here I took it for a mere
statement of fact."

"But what a fact. _A servant of Jesus Christ_. Only that! Do you know
what a fact that is? What is it, to be a servant of Jesus Christ?"

Without waiting for the answer, which was not ready, Mr. Rhys rose up
from his seat and began an abstracted exploration