She held up her mouth to kiss me, but did not speak, and I left her, and
sent Dora to sit with her.

In the evening, when I went into her room again, having been out in my
parish all the morning, I began to unload my budget of small events.
Indeed, we all came in like pelicans with stuffed pouches to empty them in
her room, as if she had been the only young one we had, and we must cram
her with news. Or, rather, she was like the queen of the commonwealth
sending out her messages into all parts, and receiving messages in return.
I might call her the brain of the house; but I have used similes enough for
a while.

After I had done talking, she said--

"And you have been to the school too, papa?"

"Yes. I go to the school almost every day. I fancy in such a school as ours
the young people get more good than they do in church. You know I had made
a great change in the Sunday-school just before you came home."

"I heard of that, papa. You won't let any of the little ones go to school
on the Sunday."

"No. It is too much for them. And having made this change, I feel the
necessity of being in the school myself nearly every day, that I may do
something direct for the little ones."

"And you'll have to take me up soon, as you promised, you know, papa--just
before Sprite threw me."