Sunnie climbed into a high chair.
"Will you bend your heads prop'ly?"
Dr. Fergusson put his arm lightly round Jean, and both heads were bowed before the little maiden. She gravely put her hand on each head and shut her eyes devoutly.
"God bless my dear two cousins, and keep them good and happy, and marry them quick, and make their house like heaven. For Jesu's sake. Amen."
Jean had tears in her eyes as she clasped the child in her arms.
"Sunnie," she whispered, "I have to thank you for making me wish to be good. It was the first step to happiness with me."
And then they went away.
That same evening, Jean and Dr. Fergusson were having a tête-à-tête over the drawing-room fire. Mrs. Fergusson was confined to her room with a bad cold.
"Poor little Sunnie!" Jean said. "I can't bear to think she will grow up and be disillusioned."
"Why should she be?"