She raised her eyes slowly to his. "You'll be friends, anyhow, won't you?"
"To cook or queen," he said—and heartiness shone through his raillery.
Sophy nodded her head gravely, sealing the bargain. A bargain it was.
"Now I must go and have tea, and then say my catechism," said she.
The young fellow—his thoughts were sad—wanted the child to linger.
"Learning your catechism? Where have you got to?"
"I've got to say my 'Duty towards my Neighbor' to Mrs. James after tea."
"Your 'Duty towards your Neighbor'—that's rather difficult, isn't it?"
"It's very long," said Sophy, resignedly.
"Do you know it?"