“Some years ago I chanced to meet Sir Noël Paton on the shores of a beautiful Scottish loch, all alone, with an open Bible in his hand. He put his finger between his pages, as he rose to greet me, and still kept it there as we talked. Supposing he might be devoting a quiet hour to devotional reading in the secluded spot, I made no remark on the nature of his studies; but after a few minutes he observed, with a glance downwards, ‘You see, I am getting a new picture.’ He then proceeded to explain that it was his habit, before settling down to his winter’s work, to walk about in the neighborhood of his summer residence, wherever that might be, with his Bible in his hand, seeking for an inspiration. Sometimes the inspiration came almost immediately; at others, he was weeks before he could please himself. The following spring appeared ‘The Good Shepherd,’ one of the finest of his works.” Her mother made no remark; she often waited for Judith’s thought. “I think Aunt Affy sees things through the Bible, mother,” said Judith, speaking her first thought. “I know she does.” “I see a face,” began the picture-teller, dropping down on the rug, and resting her head against the padded arm of the chair. “You love faces,” was the quick response. “And voices, and hands, and hair. This face I see is a _good_ face—but, then, I do not often see ugly faces—the eyes tell the truth, the lips tell the truth; perhaps it isn’t a handsome face; the forehead is low, rather square, the eye-brows dark and heavy; the eyes underneath are a kind of grayish blue, not _blue_ blue, like mine, and they are looking at me very seriously; the nose is quite a large nose, and the mouth large, too, with such splendid teeth; the upper lip is smooth, and the cheeks and chin all shaven; the hair is blackest black; now the eyes smile, and it looks like another face; I do not know which face I like better. What is the name of my picture?” “Strong and true.” “That is a good name,” said the picture-teller, satisfied, “and who is it?” “Our dear Cousin Don,” was the reply with loving intonation. “You always guess.” “Because your pictures are so true. I like to look at people and places through your eyes.”