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〃This way；〃 he said； 〃we are all ready。〃
〃But where's my little Daisy？〃 said Dr。 May。
〃You'll see her in a minute。 She is as good as gold。〃
He drew them on up the bankpeople making way for themtill he had
stationed them among the others of their own party； beside the deep
trench that traced the foundation； around a space that seemed far too
small。
Nearly at the same moment began the soft clear sound of chanting
wafted upon the wind； then dying awaycarried off by some eddying
breeze； then clear； and coming nearer and nearer。
I will not suffer mine eyes to sleep；
Nor mine eye…lids to slumber：
Neither the temples of my head to take any rest；
Until I find out a place for the temple of the Lord：
An habitation for the mighty God of Jacob。
Few； who knew the history of Cocksmoor； could help glancing towards
the slight girl； who stood； with bent head； her hand clasped over
little Aubrey's； while； all that was not prayer and thanksgiving in
her mind； was applying the words to him； whose head rested in the
Pacific isle； while； in the place which he had chosen； was laid the
foundation of the temple that he had given unto the Lord。
There came forth the procession： the minster choristers； Dr。 Spencer
as architect； and； in her white dress； little Gertrude； led between
Harry and Hector； Margaret's special choice for the occasion； and
followed by the Stoneborough clergy。
Let thy priests be clothed with righteousness。
It came in well with the gentle； meek； steadfast face of the young
curate of Cocksmoor； as he moved on in his white robe； and the
sunlight shone upon his fair hair； and calm brow； thankful for the
past； and hoping； more than fearing； for the future。
The prayers were said； and there was a pause； while Dr。 Spencer and
the foreman advanced to the machine and adjusted it。 The two youths
then led forward the little girl； her innocent face and large blue
eyes wearing a look of childish obedient solemnity； only half
understanding what she did； yet knowing it was something great。
It was very pretty to see her in the midst of the little gathering
round the foundation； the sturdy workman smiling over his hod of
mortar； Dr。 Spencer's silver locks touching her flaxen curls as he
held the shining trowel to her； and Harry's bright head and hardy
face； as he knelt on one knee to guide the little soft hand； while
Hector stood by； still and upright； his eyes fixed far away； as if
his thoughts were roaming to the real founder。
The Victoria coins were placedGertrude scooped up the mass of
mortar； and spread it about with increasing satisfaction； as it went
so smoothly and easily； prolonging the operation； till Harry drew her
back； while； slowly down creaked the ponderous corner…stone into the
bed that she had prepared for it； and； with a good will； she gave
three taps on it with her trowel。
Harry had taken her hand； when； at the sight of Dr。 May； she broke
from him； and； as if taking sudden fright at her own unwonted part；
ran； at full speed； straight up to her father； and clung to him；
hiding her face as he raised her in his arms and kissed her。
Meanwhile the strain arose：
Thou heavenly； new Jerusalem；
Vision of peace； in Prophet's dream；
With living stones； built up on high；
And rising to the starry sky
The blessing of peace seemed to linger softly and gently in the
fragrant summer breeze； and there was a pause ere the sounds of
voices awoke again。
〃Etheldred〃 Mr。 Wilmot stood beside her； ere going to unrobe in the
school 〃Etheldred； you must once let me say； God bless you for
this。〃
As she knelt beside her sister's sofa； on her return home； Margaret
pressed something into her hand。 〃If you please； dearest； give this
to Dr。 Spencer； and ask him to let it be set round the stem of the
chalice；〃 she whispered。
Ethel recognised Alan Ernescliffe's pearl hoop； the betrothal ring；
and looked at her sister without a word。
〃I wish it；〃 said Margaret gently。 〃I shall like best to know it
there。〃
So Margaret joined in Alan's offering； and Ethel dared say no more；
as she thought how the 〃relic of a frail love lost〃 was becoming the
〃token of endless love begun。〃 There was more true union in this；
than in clinging to the mere tangible emblemfor broken and weak is
all affection that is not knit together above in the One Infinite
Love。
CHAPTER XXIII。
Of lowly fields you think no scorn；
Yet gayest gardens would adorn；
And grace wherever set；
Home； seated in your lowly bower；
Or wedded； a transplanted flower；
I bless you； Margaret。CHARLES LAMB。
George Rivers had an antipathy to ladies' last words keeping the
horses standing； and his wife and sister dutifully seated themselves
in the carriage at once； without an attempt to linger。
Four of the young gentlemen were to walk across to Abbotstoke and
dine at the Grange； and Tom； who； reasoning from analogy； had sent on
his black tie and agate studs； was so dismally disconcerted on
finding that Norman treated his own going as a matter of course； that
Richard； whose chief use of his right of primogeniture was to set
himself aside； discovered that he was wanted at home； and that Tom
would be much better at the Grange； offering； at the same time； to
send Norman's dressing things by Dr。 Spencer。
〃Which；〃 observed Thomas； 〃he would never have recollected for
himself。〃
〃Tom would have had to lend him the precious studs。〃〃He would not
have had them； who would wear imitation？〃 〃I say； Tom； what did you
give for them？〃 〃Better ask what the Jew gave for them； that bought
them at Windsor Fair； not a bad imitation； eitherpity they weren't
Malachite； but； no doubt； the Jew thought green would be personal。〃
〃As if they had any business to talk； who didn't know a respectable
stud when they saw itHarry； especially； with his hat set on the
back of his head； like a sailor on the stage〃（a leap to set it to
rightsa skirmish； knocking Tom nearly into the ditch）。 〃Fine
experience of the stageall came from Windsor Fair。〃 〃Ay； Hector
might talk； but didn't he pay a shilling to see the Irish giant。 He
wouldn't confess； but it was a famous take ingiant had potatoes in
his shoes。〃 〃Not he； he was seven feet ten high。〃 〃Ay； when he
stood upon a stoolHector would swallow anythingeven the lady of a
million postage stamps had not stuck in his throathe had made
Margaret collect for her。〃 〃And； had not Tom； himself； got a bottle
of ointment to get the red out of his hair？〃（great fury）。 〃His
hair wasn't reddidn't want to change the colournot half so red as
Hector's own。〃 〃What was it then？ lively auburn？〃 But for fear of
Norman's losing his bearings； Harry would fetch a carrot； to compare。
〃Better colour than theirs could ever be。〃 〃Then what was the
ointment for？ to produce whiskers？ that was the reason Tom oiled
himself like a Loyalty islanderhis hair was so shiny； that Harry
recommended a top…knot； like theirs； etc。〃
Norman was； like the others； in such towering glee； and took so full
a share of the wi