"One--I was a little girl and I went to Richmond for two days--was 'Maria Stuart.' Janauschek played it. The next was in the small town near where I live. It was rather terribly done, I believe, and it kept me awake for a week afterward. I was fifteen. It was 'The Corsican Brothers.' Then"--said Hagar, "last winter I saw 'Romeo and Juliet.'... They didn't seem like plays. They seemed like life,--sometimes terrible and sometimes beautiful. I want to go to find out if it is always so." "It isn't," said Rachel. "You are inexperienced." "There is a natural history museum here, isn't there?" "Yes, a large one." "I want to go there. I want to see malachite and chrysoprase and jade, and the large blue butterflies and the apes up to man and the models of the pterodactyl and dinosaur and a hundred other things." "Until now," said Rachel, "I have thought that Charley and Betty had the largest possible appetites. What else?" "Am I tiring you?" "Not a bit. Besides, it is business. I came in here to get a _catalogue raisonné_.--It's rather curious that you should have such a passion for minerals and species and prehistoric things." "Is it? Well, I have it," said Hagar. She put her arms again behind and above her head. "If you want to know All, you must live All--though in honour preferring one to the other." Beside her, on the little table by the hearth, was a paper and pencil. Suddenly she unlocked her hands, bent over and drew a sheet of paper from under the book with which she had covered it on Rachel's entrance. "I was trying to write something when you came in. It is rough and crude,--just the skeleton,--but it's something like what I mean and what I want." She held it out; then, with a deprecating gesture and a shy flush, "If it doesn't bore you--" Rachel took it and read. "God that am I, I that am God, Mass and Motion and Psyche Inextricably wound! We began not; we end not; And a sole purpose have we,-- Intimately to know And exalted to taste, In wisdom and beauty Perpetually heightening, The Absolute, Infinite, One Substance Who Is! In joy to name In wisdom to know All flames and all fruits From that hearth and that tree! To name infinite modes, Eternally to name, To name as we grow, And grow as we name. And stars shall arise, Beyond stars that we see, And self-knowledge shall come, To me in God, God in me--" Rachel put it down. "I'll think that out a little. We've never had any one in the house just like you." "I thought," said Hagar, "that Sunday morning I would go to the Catholic Cathedral. If you tell me the way I can find it--" "You are not a Catholic?" "No. But I have always wanted so to smell incense.-- "'When from the censer clouds of fragrance roll--'" "You are rich in differences," said Rachel. "I hope we'll get along well together. I think we will. Is there anything else you can think of at the moment?" "I want to see the Salvation Army."