""Da trat hervor Einer，anzusehen wie die Sternen Nacht." Good! good!" she exclaimed，while her dark and deep eye sparkled. "There you have a dim and mighty archangel fitly set before you! The line is worth a hundred pages of fustian. "Ich wage die Gedanken in der Schale meines Zornes und die Werke mit dem Gewichte meines Grimms." I like it!"

Both were again silent.

"Is there ony country where they talk i" that way?" asked the old woman，looking up from her knitting.

"Yes，Hannah- a far larger country than England，where they talk in no other way."

"Well，for sure case，I knawn"t how they can understand t"one t"other: and if either o" ye went there，ye could tell what they said，I guess?"

"We could probably tell something of what they said，but not all- for we are not as clever as you think us，Hannah. We don"t speak German，and we cannot read it without a dictionary to help us."

"And what good does it do you?"

"We mean to teach it some time- or at least the elements，as they say; and then we shall get more money than we do now."

"Varry like: but give ower studying; ye"ve done enough for to-night."

"I think we have: at least I"m tired. Mary，are you?"

"Mortally: after all，it"s tough work fagging away at a language with no master but a lexicon."

"It is，especially such a language as this crabbed but glorious Deutsch. I wonder when St. John will e home."

"Surely he will not be long now: it is just ten (looking at a little gold watch she drew from her girdle). It rains fast，Hannah: will you have the goodness to look at the fire in the parlour?"