“And you wouldn’t endure the deacon for the sake of the cubit sermon.”
“Indeed, I wouldn’t. What would they think of me?”
“That you are a very nice little girl.”
“I’m too big a girl, that’s the worst of it.”
“That’s the best of it—for me.”
“I don’t know whether I’m glad of it or not,” she said, as frankly as if speaking to Marion. “The only trouble I have in the world is that I’m growing up away from being your little girl.”
“The only trouble I have,” said Judith, “is that I’m
growing up away from being your little girl.”
“Don’t you dare,” he said with playful threatening.
“I don’t dare.”