"Swearing is a sin, so you had better not. Wait for us here, while we go upstairs to do our duty."
"I say, Eugenia, hadn't we better first talk a little to the children down here?" said Mrs. Homan to Mrs. Falk, lagging behind.
"Perhaps it would be just as well. Come here, little boy! What's your name?"
"Albert," answered a pale-faced little lad of six.
"Do you know Jesus, my laddie?"
"No," answered the child with a laugh, and put a finger into his mouth.
"Terrible!" said Mrs. Falk, taking out her note-book. "I'd better say: Parish of St. Catherine's. White Mountains. Profound spiritual darkness in the minds of the young. I suppose darkness is the right word?" She turned to the little fellow: "And don't you want to know him?"
"No!"
"Would you like a penny?"
"Yes!"