The other child shook her head. "No, you're not," she said
patiently. She looked around the room as though in search of
inspiration, and her eyes fell upon a volume of Shakespeare which
Aunt Mary had been reading: "Do you learn Shakespeare at your
school?" she asked.

"Rather," Mollie answered, in a slightly superior voice; "I have
acted in six plays."

"Ah--then you remember what Hamlet says: 'There are more things in
Heaven and earth, Horatio, than are dreamt of in your philosophy'."

"We haven't done _Hamlet_ yet," Mollie answered, in a less superior
tone, "I don't think I quite understand what that means."

"Neither do I," said the child. "That's it, you see. Papa says--"
she stopped short again, and then went on. "It's nearly time for me
to go--and I can never come back if you don't come this time,"
moving away a few steps as she spoke.

"Oh, don't go--don't go," Mollie cried. "I do want to come; it won't
do anyone any harm, will it?"

The child smiled very sweetly: "Not the least in the world. But
remember the vow. On your faith and honour."

"I vow, I vow--on my word of honour as a Guide. I can't say more
than that."