"Mr. Onderdonk? Oh, the shoemaker, near the schoolhouse. Well, Mousie, you shall have some old thing if I have to go back a century to get it. Helen will be interested to know all about it; I've told her about you."
"There's nothing to tell about me," returned Marjorie.
"Then I must have imagined it; you used to be such a cunning little thing."
"Used to be!" repeated sensitive Marjorie, to herself. She was sure Hollis was disappointed in her. And she thought he was so tall and wise and handsome and grand! She could never be disappointed in him.
How surprised she would have been had she known that Helen's eyes had filled with tears when Hollis told her how his little friend had risen all alone in that full church! Helen thought she could never be like Marjorie.
"I wish you had a picture of how you used to look for me to show Helen."
Not how she looked to-day! Her lips quivered and she kept her eyes on her dusty shoes.
"I suppose you want the pitcher immediately."
Two years ago Hollis would have said "right away."
After that Marjorie never forgot to say "immediately."