'
'Yes,' said Elizabeth; 'this morning I was only fit to laugh or cry,
at I did not know what, and now I am vexed with myself for having
been too much occupied and annoyed with little things to be happy
enough. This Consecration day will be a glorious time to look back
to, when it is alone on the horizon, and we have lost sight of all
that blemishes it now. I will tell you what it will be like. I once
saw the Church, on a misty day, from a great distance. It was about
the middle of the day, and the veil of mist was hanging all round the
hill, but there stood the Church, clear and bright, and alone in the
sunshine, all the scaffold poles and unfinished roughness lost sight
of in the distance. I never saw a more beautiful sight.'
'And do you expect that distance of time will conceal all blemishes
as well as distance of place?' said Anne.
'Yes, unless I take a telescope to look at them with,' answered
Elizabeth; 'perhaps, Anne, in thirty years time, if we both live so
long, we may meet and talk over this day, and smile, and wonder that
we could have been vexed by anything at such a time.
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