"There's a man smoking the other side of the wall," said Chuckles, springing up in the boat. "Why, it's Cousin Ran!"
And Randolph it proved to be. He had walked down to fetch the small boy home to tea, but how long he had listened to the Sunday lesson on the other side of the wall, he did not say. Sidney wondered. And she wondered if she had made any impression upon Chuckles. As she stooped to kiss him and wish him good-bye she said:
"Have you liked our talk?"
He nodded.
"I liked about the storm and houses. I shall play at that."
"And remember, darling, that you're a little building belonging to God, and unless you are a part of Jesus Christ, Who is the Rock, you'll never stand the storm that will come to you."
"That's too differcult," said Chuckles, and then he turned to Randolph.
"She's going to make me have a New Friend," he said with a little nod of his head at Sidney. "But I haven't said 'Yes' yet."
Randolph's eyes met Sidney's.
"Ah!" he said. "You have made me wish myself a boy again, Miss Urquhart. I used to have Sunday lessons in a garden once upon a time."