Marjorie looked very grave. She wished she could be as old as Linnet and have "experience" to write in her journal and have her mother kiss her and say her prayers were answered.
"Do you have it all the time?" she questioned anxiously as Linnet hurried in from the kitchen with a small platter of sliced ham in her hand.
"Not every day; I do some days."
"I want it every day."
"You call them to tea when I tell you. And you may help me bring things in."
When Marjorie opened the parlor door to call them to tea she heard Mr.
Woodfern inquire:
"Do all your children belong to the Lord?"
"The two in heaven certainly do, and I think Linnet is a Christian," her mother was saying.
"And Marjorie," he asked.
"You know there are such things; I think Marjorie's heart was changed in her cradle."