"I don't suppose they are _wonderful_," said Faith; "but it is pretty up the Mong, and I am sure, mother, it's pretty down on the shore towards the sunsetting." "And how is it towards the sunrising?" "I never saw it--we never go down there then," Faith said, with a very frank smile. "Faith always stays by me," said Mrs. Derrick; "if I can t go, she won't. And of course I never can at that time of day. It's quite a way down to the shore." "What shore?" "It's the sea-shore--that is, not the real sea-shore--it's only the Sound," said Faith; "but there is the salt-water, and it is as good as the sea." "How far off?" said the stranger, bestowing upon Faith a saucer of strawberries. Faith would have asked him to help himself, but taking notice mentally that he was extremely likely to do so, she contented herself with replying, "It's about two miles." "And what are some of the 'good' things there?" "Perhaps you wouldn't think it much," said Faith modestly;--"but the water is pretty, and I like to see the ships and vessels on it going up and down; and the points of the shore and the wet stones look such beautiful colours when the sun is near set." "I like stones--whether wet or dry," said her questioner. "Most people here don't like them," said Faith. "But there are plenty down by the sea-shore.--And plenty on the farm too," she added. "Ah, people like and dislike things for very different reasons, Miss Faith," he answered; "so perhaps your neighbours and I are not so far apart in our opinions as you may think. Only I believe, that while there is 'a time to cast away stones,' there is also 'a time to gather stones together'--and therein perhaps they would not agree with me." Faith looked up, and her lips parted--and if the thought had been spoken which parted them, it would probably have been a confession that she did not understand, or a request for more light. But if her face did not say it for her she did not say it for herself. If anybody could have seen Mrs. Derrick's face while these little sentences went back and forth, he would have acknowledged it was worth the sight. Her awe and admiration of every word uttered by the stranger--the intense interest with which she waited for every word spoken by Faith--the slight look of anxiety changing to one of perfect satisfaction,--was pretty to see. "Faith," she said when tea was over, and her guest had walked to the front door to take another look at 'space,' "Faith, don't you think he liked his supper?" "I should think he would--after having no dinner," said Faith. "But it was such a mercy, child, that you hadn't gone out to supper anywhere--I can't think what I should have done. There's Cindy this minute!--run and tell her to go right away and find out what his name is--tell her I want to know,--you can put it in good words." "Mother!--I'd rather ask him myself."