To walk for miles on the top of the cliffs, that means exercise."

"Ah," said Maggie with a sigh, "I understand you-- I know what you
mean."

She spoke quickly, as she always did under the least touch of
excitement. "Such a walk means more than exercise; it means thought,
aspiration. Your brain seems to expand then and ideas come. Of course
you don't care for poor flat Kingsdeneshire."

Priscilla turned and stared at Miss Oliphant. Maggie laughed; she
raised her hand to her forehead.

"I must not talk any more," she said, turning pale and shrinking into
herself. "Forgive my rhapsodies. You'll understand what they are worth
when you know me better. Oh, by the way, will you come with me to
Kingsdene on Sunday? We can go to the three o'clock service at the
chapel and afterward have tea with some friends of mine-- the
Marshalls-- they'd be delighted to see you."

"What chapel is the service at?" inquired Priscilla.

"What chapel? Is there a second? Come with me, and you will never ask
that question again. Get under the shade of St. Hilda's-- see once
those fretted roofs and those painted windows. Listen but once to that
angel choir, and then dare to ask me what chapel I mean when I invite
you to come and taste of heaven beforehand."

"Thank you," said Priscilla, "I'll come. I cannot be expected to know
about things before I have heard of them, can I? But I am very much