"Yes, sir," said she.

"My dear child," said the rector, "you know
perfectly well that you have no big sister -- Solly."
Every time the rector said Solly he swallowed hard.

Content smiled as Sally had described her smiling.
She said nothing. The rector felt reproved and
looked down upon from enormous heights of inno-
cence and childhood and the wisdom thereof. How-
ever, he persisted.

"Content," he said, "what did you mean by
telling your aunt Sally what you did?"

"I was talking with my big sister Solly," replied
Content, with the calmness of one stating a funda-
mental truth of nature.

The rector's face grew stern. "Content," he said,
"look at me."

Content looked. Looking seemed to be the in-
stinctive action which distinguished her as an indi-
vidual.

"Have you a big sister -- Solly?" asked the rector.
His face was stern, but his voice faltered.