"I can't," said Dolly. "I—I—"
"Go on, darling," said mother, gently pushing her. And Dolly went.
In silence she accepted the Bible, and laid it on her mother's knee.
"I am so tired," she said.
"We will go now," whispered mother. "The excitement has been too much for you."
They slipped quietly away and returned home.
"Mother!" cried Dolly, as they were alone. "Oh, mother dear, I can't take that prize, I don't deserve it. I have failed in truth and honor. I am so miserable!"
Mrs. Ferrars, bewildered at Dolly's words, soothed her while she poured out the story of her conduct on the ice.
"And I have no right to the prize," she said. "What shall I do?"
"We will return it to Miss Danvers," said mother, gently; "at least for a time." She looked very pale and sad. "But, darling," she added, as she folded Dolly in her arms, "if you are really sorry and have through repentance learned to conquer in the fight between right and wrong, you are still a winner of the true prize of honor!"