There were times when, as he said, the little, old-fashioned maiden startled him by her earnest views of life; and though her remarks were often only repetitions of Becca's theories, they were none the less sapient and convincing.
[CHAPTER III]
HIS STORY INTERRUPTED
GRETA'S MEDITATIONS.
ONE Sunday morning Greta tripped across to Rufus to ask him to take her to church.
"Mother isn't well, and Becca is going to stay at home with her. I don't like going alone: may I go with you?"
"I wasn't thinking of going this morning," Rufus responded; "it is too lovely a day to be cooped up within four walls; but I'll come with you, if you like."
She waited till he had donned his Sunday coat, and then trotted contentedly by his side up the country lane leading to the old village church.
"Do you like going to church?" she asked, presently.