Alarmed at an expression she could
not translate, the gaze of Narra-mattah wandered, as if it sought support
against some sensation to which she was a stranger. Whittal Ring had
stolen into the room, and missing the customary features of her own
cherished home, the looks of the startled creature rested on the
countenance of the witless wanderer. She pointed eagerly at the work of
her hands, appealing by an eloquent and artless gesture to the taste of
one who should know whether she had done well.
"Bravely!" returned Whittal, approaching nearer to the subject of his
admiration--"'tis a brave belt, and none but the wife of a Sachem could
make so rare a gift!"
The girl folded her arms meekly on her bosom, and again appeared satisfied
with herself and with the world.
"Here is the hand of him visible who dealeth in all wickedness," said the
Puritan. "To corrupt the heart with vanities, and to mislead the
affections by luring them to the things of life, is the guile in which he
delighteth. A fallen nature lendeth but too ready aid. We must deal with
the child in fervor and watchfulness, or better that her bones were lying
by the side of those little ones of thy flock, who are already inheritors
of the promise.
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