OR
CHILDREN OF LIGHT
[CHAPTER I]
The Old House
"NOW, Audrey!"
"Yes, Aunt Cordelia?"
"That's the third clean pinafore that you've had this week," said Aunt Cordelia severely, "and it's only Thursday. Now, Audrey!"
And when Aunt Cordelia said, "Now, Audrey!" The little girl who was addressed knew that something was seriously amiss.
She was a pretty little girl, with fair hair and brown eyes, and the warm summer sun had tanned her as brown as the nuts in the window of Aunt Cordelia's shop. She stood in the corner of the little back parlour looking ruefully at her pinafore, which was almost as black as if she had sent it up the chimney for five minutes' change of air.
"Now, Audrey!" repeated Aunt Cordelia more solemnly than before.