"Yes; would you like to go with me?" Pollie suddenly asked, looking up at her friend with delight at the mere idea.
But Sally rubbed her nose thoughtfully with a corner of her apron, uncertain what to say on the subject.
"Don't they whop yer at school?" she asked, after deliberating.
To her astonishment, quiet little Pollie burst into such a merry laugh.
"No, indeed!" she exclaimed, when her mirth had subsided. "The teachers are far too kind for that. Oh, I know you would like it, so do come."
"Well, I'll see about it," was the rejoinder. "My gown ain't special, but I've got such a hat! I bought it in Clare Market, with red, blue, and yaller flowers in it—so smart!"
"Oh, never mind your clothes," said Pollie, somewhat doubtful as to the effect such a hat would have on the teachers and pupils; "come as you are, only clean and tidy—that is all they want."
For some time they walked on in silence, but their thoughts must have been on the same subject, for suddenly Sally asked—
"What do you do at Sunday-school?"
"We read the Bible, repeat our texts and hymns. Shall I say the one I am learning for next Sunday to you?"