"The girls are just crazy about her, and we have the best record for attendance in the whole school. I suppose she is giving up the class on account of me."
"On account of you!"
This was unanimously exclamatory. Rosalie was always problematic, and Zee was a living fount of mischief, even Doris was given to moods and fancies. But Treasure was the serene untarnished blessing of the family, always gentle, always friendly, tranquil and undisturbed. Could Treasure, the sweet, cause agony to any young shepherdess of the Sunday-school flock? The exclamation was followed by silence, long and profound.
"D—on't you like her?" asked Doris at last, in a weak voice.
"I love her with all my heart."
"Do you cut up in Sunday-school, Treasure?" asked Zee. "I am surprised. Miss Conroy has to shake her head at me sometimes—but I certainly am ashamed of you. I—I didn't think it."
"Of course I do not cut up in Sunday-school. I am surprised you would even mention such a thing."
"Well, go on, Treasure, and tell us," said Rosalie impatiently. "You are the last person in the world one would suspect of disrupting a religious organization."
"Yes, go on and tell it, pet," said her father gently.