"Because I don't mind what it is," said he. "I can afford it, you know. Only I'd have you use what I get, not lay it by like that black dress, you know."
"Ah—that dress," says she softly. "I'm glad it's black. Yes, it'll do—for Sue."
Father stared, and she gave him a little smile.
"I was only a-thinking," she said. "But the thing I want you to do isn't buying, Miles. You haven't been often to Church of late, and it's getting seldomer and seldomer. Will you promise me to go regular when we get into the new home?"
"Why—I am regular," says he. "I don't stay away without there's good reason."
"Reason maybe, but not good reason," says she. "Pleasuring's no good reason for leaving the worship of God. You said you'd do what I was going to ask you, Miles."
"O well—yes—we'll see," said he. "I didn't know what it was."
"But now you do know," she said, "you're not going to say 'No' to me?"
"We'll see," was all he would answer.
"I'm going to bed early," she said. "I feel out of sorts somehow, and I've a queer sort of weakness on me. But it's our last night in the old home. I should like to finish off the life here with Bible-reading and prayer. It's an old woman's fancy you'll say, Miles, but I should."