"That is true. I believe Protestants do not honor her as we do. But, Lucy, you know how we used to read the 'Imitation of Christ' over and over. Mother Superior always had it by her when she was ill, and there is not a word in that about the mother of God, any more than in Mrs. Thorpe's prayer."
"That is true enough; I never thought of it before," I answered. Then—changing the subject—"Are you glad, or sorry, that we are not to go to Highbeck Hall directly?"
"Glad, on the whole," answered Amabel. "It will give us a little time to rest, and get used to English ways. Come, let us say our prayers, and get ready for night. Those little white beds look so nice after the berths on board ship."
They did, indeed, but I had one question more.
"Amabel, what do you think of Mr. Cheriton?"
"I don't think of him at all;—why should I?" answered Amabel, a little shortly. "Come, let us go to bed."
And so ended our first day in England; but I think Amabel did think a little bit about the tall young rector after all.
[CHAPTER IX.]
LADY THROCKMORTON.