"Oh, you bad, bad boy to tell such stories!" exclaimed the child, really shocked.
"That's true, 'cause it's in my 'Line upon Line,'" said Ronnie in perfect good faith. "I'll bring the book to-morrow afternoon, as it will be Sunday, and show you under this tree."
The little diplomatist was not only desirous of proving his words, but of once more meeting his foe in single combat.
"Do, then I'll believe you. But, Ronnie, do you think Jesus would like it? I promised nurse I would always try and please Him."
There was an earnestness in her tone which touched Ronnie, and he had no answer ready this time.
"I don't think He would, you know," continued the child, "'cause I've got a picture of Him at home, as a little baby, and it is called, 'The Prince of Peace.'"
At this moment the clanging of the tea-bell caused Ronnie to start.
"That's our bell ringing, I must go," he said abruptly, but Gwennie's words had sunk into his mind, and he began to have serious doubts as to whether the fight upon which they had entered was a righteous one after all.
At any rate, if the Wars of the Roses must be fought, he was sincerely glad that he was "told off" to combat Gwennie.
"Good-bye, Ronnie, don't forget to-morrow," she said, taking the kitten from his arms.