"O, yes! very much."
"Well, then, I will tell you. Or, since it is getting late, suppose I lend you a little book in the morning, that relates all about it?"
"I would like to read it," said Lizzie.
"Then I will teach you the game, and you can teach it to your little brothers, when they get older," continued the clergyman.
"Lizzie!" spoke up Mrs. Royden, "don't you know better than to lean upon your uncle's shoulder?"
"I didn't think," replied the girl, the smiles suddenly fading from her warm, bright face.
"O, I love to have her!" cried Mr. Rensford, putting his arm around her kindly.
"But I thought you must be very weary," said Mrs. Royden.
"It rests me to talk with happy children, at any time."
"You are not much like me, then; for when I am tired I never want them round."