"Yes," the little girl said, a thrill of deep earnestness in her voice; "I really do love Him, and I'm going to be a Christian if I can." The eyes she raised, as she spoke, to her companion's face shone with a bright, steady light.
"Well," exclaimed her grandmother with emphasis, "this beats anything I ever heard in my life!"
[CHAPTER IX]
ANTICIPATING THE BANK HOLIDAY
"STOP! I say, wait for me, Melina!"
It was the afternoon following Good Friday, and Melina, who had been to do some errands for her grandmother, was on her way home. She glanced around at the sound of a familiar voice addressing her and saw William Jones, who was hurrying to overtake her. A moment later he reached her side.
"So you and your grandmother were at the town hall last night," he remarked, as they walked on together; "the pictures were fine, weren't they?"
"Oh yes!" Melina answered, "indeed they were! I liked them—all of them. I saw you in the hall, but I didn't know you noticed us. Gran would go with me."
"And you didn't want her, I suppose?" he suggested.
"Well, no," she admitted; "I would much rather have gone alone."