away. "Do it again? OH!"

As William King went home he apologized
to Jinny for that cut across her
flanks by hanging the reins on the overhead
hook, and letting her plod along
at her own pleasure. He was saying
to himself that he hoped he had done
right to tell the child to hold her tongue.
"It was just tomfoolery," he argued;
"there was no sin about it, so
confession wouldn't do her any good; on
the contrary, it would hurt a girl's
self-respect to have a man know she
had tried to catch him. But what a
donkey he was not to see.... Oh yes;
I'm sure I'm right," said William King.
"I wonder how Dr. Lavendar would
look at it?"

Philippa, at any rate, was satisfied
with his advice. Perhaps the story of
what she had done might have broken
from her pale lips had her father asked
any questions; but Henry Roberts had
retreated into troubled silence. There
had been one wonderful moment when
he thought that at last his faith
was to be justified and by the
unbeliever himself! and he had cried out,