"I'll ask Him in my prayers to-night," Noel said promptly.
"And do you think He'll make my foot well to-morrow?"
Noel looked thoughtful.
"When I had the measles in India, Mums said God didn't want to take them away till I'd learnt to lie still and be a good boy—"
"Ah, perhaps I have got to lie here and be a good girl!"
"But you're a grown-up lady. Grown-up people always feel good, don't they?"
"I won't try to undeceive you, little cherub. You're a darling! I must see more of you. I hope I shan't be tempted to steal you away from your mother."
"You couldn't do that," said Noel as he lifted up his face to be kissed. "Nobody, not wild chariots and horses, could tear me away from Mums!"
Then he said good-bye. The car was there to take him home again. Miss Trent took him down the garden path and he waved to Constance, who was at the window looking after him.
"You must come again," she called out to him. "If I don't get well by next week, you must come to tea with me again!"