They had a merry tea. Jockie was overflowing with fun and spirits, but when the time came for them to go, she said to Sidney:
"Will you let Gavine walk a part of the way with you. I have promised to be home in time for the choir practice; and she's dying to talk to you."
Sidney was only too delighted. She had wanted to see more of Gavine, but seemed to have had no opportunities with her.
When they were left alone together Gavine said:
"What a quaint child that boy is. He seems such a mixture. Jockie says he is a regular pickle, and yet he talks like a little saint."
"He is far from a saint," said Sidney; "but real religion is as natural to children as their daily food. They only want teaching, and Chuckles has a bright intelligence and a vivid imagination. I love having him on Sunday."
"I want to be a builder," said Gavine earnestly. "I really think I'm going to get my wish. But I wish I could think with Chuckles that God would put His hand over mine to prevent mistakes."
"He will if you ask Him," said Sidney earnestly. "Only, if you want to be a successful builder, be sure about your foundation."
"How do you mean?"
"Chuckles and I began with the stories of the houses on the rock and sand. Don't build on sand; it will only court disaster. It says in the Bible: 'Other foundation can no man lay than that is laid, which is Jesus Christ.'"