“Mother,” Miss Clyde exclaimed, the moment Blue Bonnet had gone, “do you mean to spoil the girl utterly?”
“I’m not afraid,” Mrs. Clyde answered; “hers is too sweet a nature. She has all her mother’s impulsive generosity—which must be directed, not repressed.”
When Blue Bonnet came back an hour later, she found Miss Clyde alone in the sitting-room.
“Have you had a pleasant walk, Blue Bonnet?” her aunt asked.
The girl came forward eagerly. “Very, Aunt Lucinda; and please, the girls want me to go for a long walk to-morrow afternoon—’way up to the old ‘hunters’ cabin.’ May I?”
“Is that standing yet? I used to go up there when I was a girl.”
“May I go, Aunt Lucinda?”
“Why, yes, Blue Bonnet,” Aunt Lucinda answered.
There was distinct interrogation in Sarah’s eyes when she and Blue Bonnet met the next afternoon. Blue Bonnet ignored it completely; to all intents and purposes, she had never heard of a missionary box.