"No, Tim; you are wrong."
Mrs. Gorman hailed the group from the kitchen door.
"Is Miss Molly there? Then send her to her dinner."
"I am busy, teaching logic. Sure the dinner can wait," replied Molly. "Now, Tim, and whose is it?"
"Is it the bishop's, Miss?"
"Wrong again. It belongs to the Church, and to steal from the Church is sacrilege. That's a big sin for a little boy to carry on his conscience, Tim O'Neill."
"It was only for a lark I took them, miss. Joe Adams there dared me to do it." And, his face brightening at the thought, "I have them in my pocket."
"Have you tasted them, Tim?"
"They have been bitten—by someone, miss," replied Tim, feeling in his pocket as if to assure himself of the fact.