Then, after a long pause—
"And Marjory is going to teach me how to be good too."
Julia's clasp tightened round the small fingers.
"How is she going to teach you, Mittie?"
"I don't know." Another pause. "I think Marjory is different from everybody. Don't you?"
"Different in what way?"
"Why—it makes her so sorry when she's done wrong, 'cause she can't bear to do what makes God sorry. Aunt Julia, I don't mean never to do wrong again. And that is why I'm coming home now, when you tell me."
"I am sure you will be a much happier little girl if you always do what is right," Julia said sedately, not prepared for the prompt return-question—
"Are you happy, Aunt Julia?"
Julia's heart throbbed in quick response. She could not say "Yes," and she would not say "No."