"
"Isn't it Truth?" said Babie. "Mr. Acton said Truth was at the
bottom of a well. I won't look at the kobolds if they keep one from
seeing Truth."
"But I must get my ring and all my jewels from them," put in Elfie.
"Should you know Truth?" asked Mr. Ogilvie. "What do you think she
is like?"
"So beautiful!" said Babie, clasping her fingers with earnestness.
"All white and clear like crystal, with such blue, sweet, open eyes.
And she has an anchor."
"That's Hope?" said Armine.
"Oh! Hope and Truth go hand in hand," said Babie; "and Hope will be
all robed in green like the young corn-fields in the spring."
"Ah, Babie, that emerald Hope and crystal Truth are not down in the
earth, earthy," said Mary again.
"Nay, perhaps Armine has got hold of a reality," said Mr. Ogilvie.
"They are to be found above by working below."
"Talking paradox to Armine?" said the cheerful voice of the young
mother. "My dear sprites, do you know that it is past eight! How
wet you are! Good night, and mind you don't go upstairs in those
boots."
"It is quite comfortable to hear anything so commonplace," said Mary,
when the children had run away, to the sound of its reiteration after
full interchange of good nights. "Those imps make one feel quite
eerie.
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