"Did she tell you what she came about?"
"To tell me you were having tea with mother."
"But there was more than that. She came to ask if you'd go to Sunday School with her on Sunday. Her teacher told her to ask you. You used to go, didn't you? Why have you given it up?"
Mona nodded, but she coloured a little. "I thought the girls—all knew about—about my running away."
"I don't think they do—but I don't see that that matters. You'd like to go again, wouldn't you?"
"Yes, I'd like to go with Patty. Miss Lester's her teacher, and they've got a library belonging to their class. You can have a book every week to bring home." Mona's face grew quite bright, but a faint shadow had crept over granny's.
"You read a lot, Mona. So many stories and things ain't good for you. Do you ever read your Bible?"
Mona looked surprised. "N—no. I haven't got it here. It's up at Lucy's."
Mrs. Barnes groaned. "Oh, child, to think of our not having a Bible in the house between us!"
"There's the Fam'ly Bible back there," said Mona, quickly, feeling suddenly that a house without a Bible in it was not safe.