Don't you remember that day when the man was finding fault with your name--how I blew the window in ?" "Yes, yes," answered Diamond, eagerly.

"Our window opens like a door, right over the coach-house door.

And the wind--you, ma'am--came in, and blew the Bible out of the man's hands, and the leaves went all flutter, flutter on the floor, and my mother picked it up and gave it back to him open, and there----" "Was your name in the Bible--the sixth stone in the high priest's breastplate." "Oh!--a stone, was it ?" said Diamond.

"I thought it had been a horse--I did." "Never mind.

A horse is better than a stone any day.