"What do you do it for?"
"It's to worship God, Nurse says."
"Oh," said Noel with a smile, "then it's like what we have in a tent sometimes, when the padre comes to see us. I went once, and they sang hymns, but we hardly ever have it. I'd like to see a proper church. Is it like the temples where the idols are?"
"We don't know anything about them," said Chris. "You wait and see next Sunday."
Then Diana began to question the little stranger.
"Tell us," she said, with a little hesitation in her voice, "what is Mother like?"
Noel stared at her with his big eyes.
"She's like my darling Mummy, that's what she is!"
"I mean—is she cross or kind? Does she laugh, or is she shocked? We don't know her, and grown-up people are so very different, aren't they, Chris?"
"Yes; Granny says some things are wrong which Nurse sees no harm about! And Nurse is cross about something when Granny is not a bit."