“'Where is she now, dear?' I said, after a little.
“'She is gone now,' said Content.
“'Gone where?' said I.
“And then the child smiled at me again. Edward, what are we going to do? Is she untruthful, or has she too much imagination? I have heard of such a thing as too much imagination, and children telling lies which were not really lies.”
“So have I,” agreed the rector, dryly, “but I never believed in it.” The rector started to leave the room.
“What are you going to do?” inquired Sally.
“I am going to endeavor to discriminate between lies and imagination,” replied the rector.
Sally plucked at his coat-sleeve as they went down-stairs. “My dear,” she whispered, “I think she is asleep.”
“She will have to wake up.”
“But, my dear, she may be nervous. Would it not be better to wait until to-morrow?”