ears and shut my eyes all the time. But I want to be both grateful for it and humble about it, so I have made myself this little prayer:
"Oh, Lord, I thank Thee for Thy Gift of Beauty, but I pray Thee to let my body be only the Cloud that thinly veils the Real Beauty within. And, if Thou wilt, let that grow brighter and more bright, until it shines through this Cloud of my body. Amen."
And Curtis Carey's clothes were enough to make the world a better-looking place, even if they had not contained Curtis. His expensive hat, set on one side of his head, was enchanting to Christabel after the Oversea Hall atmosphere, so lacking in dash. As she looked at it she thought of Elliott, with his hair always a little too long, in a fringe in the back.
"I read your book last week. It's great!"
"Oh, do you like it, really? Thank you so much!"
"Gosh! I don't see how you can think of it all. And then writing it all out!"
"It's the thing I love to do."
