“Oh!” echoed both.
“Light that candle, Briar,” said Pauline.
Briar crossed the room, struck a match, lit the candle, and then turned to see what her darling Paulie wished further.
“Bring it right over here,” said Pauline. “Put it on this table.”
Briar did so.
“Kneel down, Briar, so that the light from the candle falls full on your face.”
Briar knelt. Her eyes were beaming with happiness.
“Look at me,” said Pauline.
Briar raised two honest and pretty brown eyes to her sister’s face.
“I think,” said Pauline slowly, “that you are the sort of girl to make a promise—a solemn, awfully solemn promise—and stick to it.”