Brother Copas halted.
"I supposed that I was taking you back to St. Hospital."
"But you came out to put me to school, and I want to go to the Greycoats."
He pondered a moment.
"Ah, well, have it your own way!"
They turned back toward the city. The Greycoats inhabited a long, single-storeyed building on the eastern boundary of the Cathedral Close, the boys and girls in separate schools under the same high-pitched roof. As our two friends came in sight of it, Corona— who had been running ahead in her impatience—hesitated of a sudden and turned about.
"Uncle Copas, before we go in I want to tell you something.… I was really frightened—yes, really—in that wicked house. But I wanted to be a Greycoat all the time. I want to wear a cloak that means I belong to Merchester, same as you and daddy."
"Lord forgive me, she's proud of us!" murmured Brother Copas. "And I set out this morning to get her taught to despise us!"