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dow, and she lies there most of the day
looking out into the garden and beyond it,
which is a great delight to her. We have
learned several new hymns to sing together,
and then there has been plenty of time for
talking, and with Herbert, too. Oh, it has
been very pleasant, at least to me."
 Oh," remarked Clara, "but Edith always
was so bright and cheerful in herself. I don't
know anyone else who always seemed happy,
as Edith does. It often strikes me when
I look at her, that the calm sweet look of
her's is the index of' heaven's peace within.' "
 "Yes," answered Grace, pressing her hand,
"it is so indeed, Clara. We have had such
nice talks together lately, it is like-like-"
she paused in want of a suitable word, "like
a hymn, I think, to hear her talk."
 Like a hymn ; how is that ? "
 "Oh, don't you know when you read a
pretty hymn, how it makes you thrill; it does
me. And to hear Edith talk is just like that."
 "How curious," exclaimed Clara, bewildered
by the strange fancies and ideas of her imagi-
native friend, which were continually coming
in contact with her matter-of-fact feelings.
Then, she continued, "What do you talk
about that is like a hymn ?"
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