"I wonder," she said to her, "if you would like to please me by trying to be nice to Julia when you go back. If you will try, I would like you to come to tea with my children on Monday."
Inez looked up:
"I won't promise," she said earnestly, "for it may be too difficult, but if I'm awfully wicked I won't come to tea with you. That will make me try hard to be good."
Then she ran off. Her woes had been forgotten. She seemed a happy careless child.
"Oh, Mums, I do like her so much!" said Diana. "I've often wished we had another girl in our family. 'Specially now Chris has changed to me. And she loves hearing stories, she says she never gets tired of it. And I'm going to tell her some of mine that I haven't written down. I do like people who listen to them. I have to keep them bottled up so."
"Poor little storyteller!" said her mother, laughing. "I am afraid that busy brain of yours is only working in one corner."
"How?" asked Diana.
"It's working in your imagination corner, and there are several other corners more important: the learning corner—what grown-up people would call the receptive corner, and the spiritual corner. I should like that last corner to spread and spread till it covered the centre of your brain. Do you ever think about your Saviour and about heaven, that happy home prepared for those who love Him?"
Diana had hold of her mother's hand. She squeezed it tightly, but did not speak for a moment; then she said:
"Noel has that corner spreading all over him, but nobody has talked to us as you do. Granny never did."