"You do not?"
"I do not," replied she firmly.
"What an obstinate little creature you are!"
"You desired to know what I have read," said Nanna, wishing to change the subject of conversation.
"True, but why do you hide your little hand under your apron, I shall not touch it without your permission?"
Nanna smiled as she slowly withdrew her hands from their place of concealment and folded them upon her lap.
"Now, my child," said the young man with an assumed air of dignity, "first of all, you may commence at the beginning."
"When I was a little girl, my father bought for me some picture books, which as I read, he explained to me. Next as I progressed further—"
"Well, what happened?"
"Next I studied the catechism, which I liked very much, then I commenced reading the bible, a book which I love above all others, the new testament especially. All that I do not understand my father explains to me, and after he has finished, I go alone to my room, and as I read I cannot refrain from weeping—But my tears are not sorrowful, I think only of—"