anything! And everything has to be thought about, else we don't see what
it is! I haven't got it quite!"

Instead of replying, Walter rose, and they walked to the house side by
side in silence.

"Could a thought be worth anything that God had never cared to think?"
said Molly to herself as they went.




CHAPTER V.


FLUTTERBIES.

Mr. Colman and his adopted daughter were fast friends--so fast and so
near that they could talk together about Walter, though but the adoptive
brother of the one, and the real son of the other. Richard had
inherited, apparently, his wife's love to Molly, and added to it his
own; but their union had its root in the perfect truthfulness of the
two. Real approximation, real union must ever be in proportion to mutual
truthfulness. It was quite after the usual fashion, therefore, between
them, when Molly began, to tell her father about the conversation she
had had with Walter.

"What first made you think, Molly, of such a difference between thoughts
and things?" asked Mr. Colman.