"'Gone where?' said I.

"And then the child smiled at me again. Edward,
what are we going to do? Is she untruthful, or has
she too much imagination? I have heard of such a
thing as too much imagination, and children telling
lies which were not really lies."

"So have I," agreed the rector, dryly, "but I
never believed in it." The rector started to leave
the room.

"What are you going to do?" inquired Sally.

"I am going to endeavor to discriminate between
lies and imagination," replied the rector.

Sally plucked at his coat-sleeve as they went
down-stairs. "My dear," she whispered, "I think
she is asleep."

"She will have to wake up."

"But, my dear, she may be nervous. Would
it not be better to wait until to-morrow?"

"I think not," said Edward Patterson. Usually
an easy-going man, when he was aroused he was
determined to extremes. Into Content's room he