"I suppose it was," assented Elfie; "but I don't want to think about God any more, so don't talk about him."
"Don't want to think about God!" repeated Susie. "O Elfie, and you'd begun to say 'our Father,' and liked to hear me talk about the Lord Jesus being a poor man."
"Well, I don't want to hear any more about him; and I shan't say 'our Father' any more. He ain't my Father now," said Elfie doggedly.
"Why not? O Elfie! And he's been so good to us to-day," said Susie.
"Yes, I suppose he is good; and he makes me feel bad, and I never did feel so till to-day, so I'm going to forget him."
"O Elfie! And make him feel so sad and sorry about you," said Susie.
"Now, don't talk like that, or else I shall cry," said Elfie with a stifled sob. "I don't want you to love me now."
"But I can't help loving you—I will love you," said Susie passionately.
And instead of pushing her away, Elfie returned her caresses, and the two girls cried for some time, without speaking a word to each other.
At length Elfie said, "It makes me glad and sorry too, Susie."