"Now, what do you think o' that!" exclaimed Martha. "Francie's a little woman, ain't you, Francie? She knows, when a gen'lman thinks it's past meal time, it's up to ladies to get a move on."
Claire laughed. "I'll go at once," she returned obediently.
As Martha and Francie made their slow way back to the Lodge, Francie caught hold of her mother's hand in a sudden access of childish affection.
"Say, mother, I'm glad I'm your little girl, instead of anybody else's," she brought out impulsively.
"'Thank you, thank you, sir, she sayed. Your kindness I never shall forget!' I return the compliment," Martha announced with much manner.
"Mother, why does God want His name to be Hallow?"
"I didn't know He did."
"Yes, He does. At the beginning of the Lord's prayer, it says, 'Hallow would be thy name.' Don't you remember?"
"Certaintly I do, now you mention it. But if you ask me why, Robin, I got to give in, I can't tell you."
"I thought mothers knew everything," Francie said pensively. Martha's response was prompt.