SOPHY OF KRAVONIA
"You tell me first!"
"'And to do my duty in that state of life unto which it shall please God to call me.'" His eyes were set on her with an amused interest.
She stood silent for a moment. "Sure?" she asked then.
"Positive," said he.
"Oh!" said Sophy, for the third time. She stood there a moment longer. Then she smiled at him.
"I shall go and look. Good-bye."
Basil broke into a laugh. "Good-bye, missy," he said. "You'll find I'm right."
"If I do, I'll tell you," she answered him, generously, as she turned away.
His smile lasted while he watched her. When she was gone his grievance revived, his gloom returned. He trudged home with never a glance back at the avenue where Julia was. Yet even now the thought of the child crossed his mind; that funny mark of hers had turned redder when he corrected her rendering of the catechism.
Sophy walked into Mrs. James's kitchen. "Please may I read through my ' Duty ' before I say it?" she asked.
Permission accorded with some surprise for hitherto the teaching had been by word of mouth she got the prayer-book down from its shelf and conned her lesson. After tea she repeated it correctly. Mrs. James noticed no difference.
