remonstrated with her.

"It is too cold for you here, Millicent," he said sternly; "you ought to
be in the nursery."

"I don't feel cold," she replied. "I don't like being in the nursery all
day; and when it gets dark, nurse will have the lamp lit and the
curtains drawn, and then there are only the walls and ceiling and the
pictures to look at. I'm tired of them; I see them every day."

"And what do you see here?" asked Sir Edward.

"You come and sit down, and I will tell you. There's room, uncle; make
Fritz move a little. Now, you look out with me. I can see such a lot
from this window. I like looking out right into the world; don't you?"

"Are we not in the world? I thought we were."

"I s'pose we are, but I mean God's world. The insides of houses aren't
His world, are they? Do you see my trees? I can see Goliath from this
window; he looks very fierce to-night; he has lost all his leaves, and I
can almost hear him muttering to himself. And then, uncle, do you see
those nice thin trees cuddling each other? I call those David and
Jon'than; they're just kissing each other, like they did in the wood,
you know. Do you remember? And there's my beech-tree over there, where I
sit when I'm the probable son. It's too dark for you to see all the
others. I have names for them all nearly, but I like to come and watch
them, and then I see the stars just beginning to come out. Do you know
what I think about the stars? They're angels' eyes, and they look down
and blink at me so kindly, and then I look up and blink back. We go on