“I shall not make myself a different and narrower creed than the Bible provides.”

“Men read the Bible and formulate creeds as opposite as the poles.  The pendulum of their belief takes in not merely an arc, but the entire circle.”

“I think they are wisest who leave creeds; I mean the non-essentials, to those who try to penetrate mysteries which, maybe, even the angels look upon as too sacred for them to explore, and just take what is necessary to make us Christ-like.”

“My dear child, that is taking at a single bound faith’s highest peak.”

“I suppose the way-faring man, of whom the Bible speaks, does that.  God may have different patents of nobility from us.  I do not mean in the mere matter of birth, but of what, even to our dim vision, is vastly higher—­the intellectual dower.”

“Medoline tries very hard to assure herself that her Mill Road favorites are royalties in exile,” Mr. Winthrop said, with a smile, turning to Mrs. Flaxman.

“I cannot say if she goes quite that far, but she certainly thinks that she has found among them some diamonds of the first water, though she cannot but acknowledge they lack the polishing touches to bring out more effectually their sparkle and brilliancy.”

“I do not know if the best among them have suffered anything from the lack of the human lapidary’s skill.  He often, at the best, is a mere bungler, and while he makes sure to bring out the brilliancy, laps off other finer qualities the lack of which no spark or brilliancy can compensate,” I replied, by no means convinced, and thinking all the time of Mrs. Le Grande who had certainly received plenty of polishing touches, but sadly lacked higher mental and moral qualities.

“A woman convinced against her will is of the same opinion still,” Mr. Winthrop quoted, although addressing no one in particular.

“The author’s real words are, ‘A man convinced against his will,’” I retorted.

“In this case it is a woman, and a very determined, insistent little woman she is too,” he replied.

I rose, and standing before my guardian, said, “I am not such a little woman, Mr. Winthrop, as you would make me believe.  Actually I can look over Mrs. Flaxman’s head.”

“A perfect giantess, especially in defending the character of the poor and bereaved.”

“If you had studied poor, hard-working people more, and books less, you would have found some of the rarest specimens of patience, and self-forgetfulness and fortitude, and oh, so many other beautiful characteristics, that you would long to strip off your proud ancestry and wealth, and become like them.  They find it so much easier to be Christians—­they are not bewildered by the pride of life and vanities that pall while they allure, and the perplexity of riches, and other ills the higher born are heir to.”

“I sincerely hope you will not begin a new crusade, Medoline.”