Harebell looked up at her solemnly.
"Why, I've been pouring out, simply pouring," she said. "I had an awful lot to pray about."
Goody shook her head in disapproval, but she had learnt not to argue with Harebell.
Harebell never rested till she had another interview with Tom Triggs; and this time she was perched on the garden wall, when he slouched by.
Mrs. Keith had gone out to tea, and Harebell was left to play alone in the garden. She beamed all over when she saw who it was.
"If I jumped, could you catch me?" she asked.
Tom looked quite alarmed.
"You'd break your legs. Don't ye try it."
"But if there was a fire, and this was a window, you'd have to catch me," said Harebell.
"But there ain't a fire," argued Tom.