me go to Aunt Camilla's this afternoon. Amen."

Then she rose, with no delay for lack of faith, and went straight
down to her mother, and proffered her request timidly, and yet with a
confidence as of one who has a larger voice of authority at her back.

"Please, mother, may I go over to Aunt Camilla's this afternoon?"
asked little Lucina.

And her mother, not knowing what principle of childish faith was
involved, hesitated, knitting her small, dark face, which had no look
like Lucina's, perplexedly.

"I don't know, child," said she.

"Please, mother!"

"I am afraid you'll trouble your aunt, Lucina."

"No, I won't, mother! I'll take my doll, and I'll play with her real
quiet."

"I am afraid your aunt Camilla will have something else to do."

"She can do it, mother. I won't trouble her--I won't speak to
her--honest! Please, mother."

"You ought to sit down at home this afternoon and do some work,
Lucina."