“Yes, sir, she is. She wants us to dance!”
“She does!”
“Yes, sir, she does. She wanted us to learn the steps, right down in her garden this afternoon. Would you dance, Mr. Goodhue?”
“Would I? Perhaps I might, were I as little and spry as you, and Winnie would teach me steps, and it was down in the garden.”
The little girls looked up into his face searchingly. He walked on laughing, and they went on homeward, to ask further advice.029
At home, too, everyone seemed to think it a matter for smiles, and laughed at the two tender little consciences.
So they both ran back after dinner to Mrs. Tennyson’s. But on the way Kathie said, “They let us, the minister and ev’ry body, but if it is wicked ever, how isn’t it wicked now?”
“I s’pose ’cause we’re children,” Lu said wisely.
The logical trouble thus laid, they tripped on.
They were dressed in sweet pink, and their sun-bonnets were as fresh and crisp as only the sun-bonnets of dear little country school-girls ever can be. It was a most merry summer day; all nature moving gladsomely to the full music of life. The leaves were fluttering to each other, the grasses sweeping up and down, the bobolinks hopping by the meadow path.