"How beautiful mere simpleness and quiet are," said Faith. "The cool look of trees and grass, and the stillness of this evening time, are better even than flowers, and bright sunlight, and singing of birds!" "'He maketh me to lie down in green pastures: He leadeth me beside the still waters: He restoreth my soul: He leadeth me in the paths of righteousness for His name's sake.'" They did not disturb the stillness by more words. They came up together, in the hush and shadow, to the pleasant doorstone, that offered its broad invitation to their entering feet, and where Aunt Faith at this moment stood, watching and awaiting them. "Go into the blue bedroom, and lay off your things, child," she said, giving Faith a kiss of welcome, "and then come back and we'll have our tea." Faith disappeared through passages and rooms beyond. Aunt Henderson turned quickly to the minister. "You're her spiritual adviser, ain't you?" she asked, abruptly. "I ought to be," answered Mr. Armstrong. "Why don't you advise her, then?" "Spiritually, I do and will, in so far as so pure a spirit can need a help from me. But--I think I know what you mean, Miss Henderson--spirit and heart are two. I am a man; and she is--what you know." Miss Henderson's keen eyes fixed themselves, for a minute, piercingly and unflinchingly, on the minister's face. Then she turned, without a word, and went into the house to see the tea brought in. She knew, now, all there was to tell. Faith's face interpreted itself to Mr. Armstrong. He saw that she needed, that she would have, rest. Rest, this night, from all that of late had given her weariness and trouble. So, he did not even talk to her in the way they mostly talked together; he would not rouse, ever so distantly, thought, that might, by so many subtle links, bear round upon her hidden pain. But he brought, after tea, a tiny chessboard, and set the delicate carved men upon it, and asked her if she knew the game. "A little," she said. "What everybody always owns to knowing--the moves." "Suppose we play." It was a very pleasant novelty--sitting down with this grave, earnest friend to a game of skill--and seeing him bring to it all the resource of power and thought that he bent, at other times, on more important work. "Not that, Miss Faith! You don't mean that! You put your queen in danger." "My queen is always a great trouble to me," said Faith, smiling, as she retracted the half-made move. "I think I do better when I give her up in exchange." "Excuse me, Miss Faith; but that always seems to me a cowardly sort of game. It is like giving up a great power in life because one is too weak to claim and hold it." "Only I make you lose yours, too." "Yes, there is a double loss and inefficiency. Does that make a better game, or one pleasanter to play?" "There are two people, in there, talking riddles; and they don't even know it," said Miss Henderson to her handmaid, in the kitchen close by.