"I do."
"You renounce your former manners, hopes and wishes?"
"I do."
"You will swear so, upon the book yonder?" (Here Ruthven points to a Bible, open on the garden-seat.)
"I do." (Mary touches the Bible.)
"You submit to the powers I represent?"
"I know only the power to which I pray. 'Our Father, which wert in heaven——'"
Sigrid, as I say, had done well up to now, but here she broke off. "It isn't correct there," she pointed out. "The prayer should read, 'art in heaven.' Perhaps the script was copied wrongly."
"No," said Martha Vining. "It's 'wert in heaven' on mine."
"And on mine," I added.