"
"I have said my prayers," replied Content, and
her blue eyes were full of horrified astonishment at
the suspicion.
"Then," said Sally, "you had better say them
over and add something. Pray that you may always
tell the truth."
"Yes, ma'am," said Content, in her little canary
pipe.
The rector and his wife went out. Sally switched
off the light with a snap as she passed. Out in the
hall she stopped and held her husband's arms hard.
"Hush!" she whispered. They both listened. They
heard this, in the faintest plaint of a voice:
"They don't believe you are here, Sister Solly,
but I do."
Sally dashed back into the rosebud room and
switched on the light. She stared around. She
opened a closet door. Then she turned off the light
and joined her husband.
"There was nobody there?" he whispered.
"Of course not."
When they were back in the study the rector
and his wife looked at each other.
"We will do the best we can," said Sally. "Don't
worry, Edward, for you have to write your sermon
to-morrow. We will manage some way. I will admit
that I rather wish Content had had some other
distant relative besides you who could have taken
charge of her."
"You poor child!" said the rector. "It is hard
on you, Sally, for she is no kith nor kin of yours."
"Indeed I don't mind," said Sally Patterson, "if
only I can succeed in bringing her up.
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