"I say, Essie, it's you who have taken the palm after all. You are really the heroine. I used to think girls were no good. But I think it's boys now."
"O Pickle, I don't think I like to be praised. I've been so silly often and often. But I am very happy and glad. Still I don't think I should have dared to go in if it hadn't been for what Mr. Earle told me once."
"What did he tell you? I wanted to ask."
Then Esther told of the talk in the old ruin, and Pickle listened very attentively.
"What a lot of different things God had to see to that afternoon," he remarked very soberly, after a long pause; "I do think it was awfully good of Him."
"So do I," answered Esther softly; "I should like always to do what He wants us to now."
"Well, we'll try," said Pickle with emphasis. "I think after all this it would be mean not to."