I laughed.
“What!” she said, pulling me by the hand, “you a clergyman, and laugh at the Catechism! I didn’t know that.”
“I’m not laughing at the Catechism, Judy. I’m only laughing at the idea of putting Catechism questions to you.”
“You KNOW I didn’t mean it,” she said, with some indignation.
“I know now,” I answered. “But you haven’t let me put the only question I wanted to put.”
“What is it?”
“How old are you?”
“Twelve. Come along.”
And away we went down the rest of the stair.
When we reached the bottom, a winding path led us through the trees to the side of the pond, along which we passed to get to the other side.