“Who is?”
“Who is? George Macdonald and George Eliot and Shakespeare and St. Paul and my father and your father,” laughed Tessa.
“Hark. They are singing over the way.”
“There’s a child’s party there to-night.”
Tessa went to the window.
Loud and merry were the voices:
“Little Sally Waters sitting in the sun,
Weeping and crying for a man.”
Sue laughed. “Oh, how that carries me back.”
“That’s good advice,” said Tessa, as the children shouted—
“Rise, Sally, rise, and wipe off your eyes.”