"I call it irreverent."
"She does not mean it to be so. She has been pondering every sentence. She asked me about the time with the greatest solemnity. I could not speak."
"It is almost clever," said Joyce. "What will she develop into, Helen?"
Helen shook her head.
"She is one of Christ's 'little ones,' Joyce—of that I am sure."
"If she sends it, make her strike out the time," said Joyce; "it seems almost blasphemous. I will tell her so myself."
She went into the kitchen. Peggy was just going to bed.
"Peggy, you mustn't play at such a solemn thing as a heart being changed by our Lord Himself."
Peggy's horror-stricken face was raised at once.
"Please 'm I never did!"