“But you mightn't be there.”
“What! Am I a wicked girl, then—wickeder than you, that is a boy?”
“Oh no, no, no; but see how big it is up there;” they cast their eyes up, and, taking the blue vault for creation, were impressed with its immensity. “I know where to find you here, but up there you might be ever so far off me.”
“La! so I might. Well, then, we had better keep quiet. I suppose we shall get wiser as we get older. But Compton, I'm so sorry your papa and mine are bears and lions. Why doesn't the clergyman scold them?”
“Nobody dare scold my papa,” said Compton, proudly. Then, after reflection, “Perhaps, when we are older, we may persuade them to make friends. I think it is very stupid to quarrel; don't you?”
“As stupid as an owl.”
“You and I had a quarrel once, Ruperta.”
“Yes, you misbehaved.”
“No, no; you were cross.”
“Story! Well, never mind: we did quarrel. And you were miserable directly.”