Kesiah had heard of her as a coquette; now she realized that beneath the coqueteries there was a will of iron.
"You must come to us, some day, dear, and let us do what we can to make you happy," she said.

"It would be a pity for all that money to go to the conversion of the Chinese, who are doubtless quite happy as they are." "I wonder why he chose the Chinese ?" replied the girl.

"They seem so far away, and there's poor little Mrs.Meadows at Piping Tree who is starving for bread." "He was always like that--and so is my sister Angela--the thing that wasn't in sight was the thing he agonized over." She did not confess that she had detected a similar weakness in herself, and that, seen the world over, it is the indubitable mark of the sentimentalist.
Analysis of Mr.Jonathan's character, however, failed to interest his daughter.

She smiled sweetly, but indifferently, and made a movement to pass on into the meadow.

Then, looking into Kesiah's face, she said in a warmer voice: "If ever you want my help about your store room, Miss Kesiah, just send for me.