"You are a couple of romantic, silly things," cried Anne. "I flatter
myself there is some poetry in me, but it takes a different shape.
Now, when I see Father Holden, I begin to think of Jeremiah and
Zachariah, and all the old prophets, but with no disposition to cry."

"Tears were never meant to dim those blue eyes, dear Anne," said
Faith.




CHAPTER XVI.

_Dogberry_.--You are thought here to be the most senseless and
fit man for the constable of the watch; therefore, bear you
the lantern. This is your charge; you shall comprehend all
vagrom men.

MUCH ADO ABOUT NOTHING.


It may well be supposed that the misadventures on the ice were ill
calculated to soothe the excited mind of the constable. He bore a
grudge towards the Solitary before, for his failure and the beating
he had received at the island, and now to be made the object of such
abuse in the presence of his townsmen, and that on account of a person
whom he looked down upon as a sort of vagrant, was more than his
philosophy could bear. For Basset, with that kind of logic which is so
common with a certain class of people, could not avoid regarding the
Recluse as the culpable cause of his misfortune in both instances. "If