“Ay, we made one the other night, didn’t we?” said a voice behind her.
Jenny kept her start to herself.
“Yes, we did, Tom,” she replied soberly.
“I’ve made a many afore now,” said Tom gravely.
“Not so many as me,” answered Jenny, sorrowfully.
“Tell me your biggest, Jenny, and you shall hear mine.”
“There’s no doubt of that, Tom. The biggest mistake ever I made was when I fancied God’s service was all gloom and dismalness.”
“Right you are, Jenny. That’s about the biggest anybody can make. But what was the second, now?”
“Oh look, Tom, those, lovely colours!” cried Jenny, suddenly seized with a fervent admiration for the sunset. “Them red streaks over the gold, and the purple away yonder—isn’t it beautiful?”
“It is, indeed. But that second mistake, Jenny?”