There was a sudden movement in the invalid's chair, and the lame girl sat up with a most becoming blush tinting the waxen cheeks. "Can you keep a secret, children?" she asked.
"Of course!" they shouted, gathering around her to hear what the secret might be.
"Well, I am going to—"
"Take Miss Kinney's place," finished Tony, with a deep sigh of anticipated pleasure.
"I knew she'd do it!" crowed Peace, dancing a jig for pure joy.
"Will you?" asked Marjorie.
"Would you like it?"
"Like it! Well, I guess yes!" they shouted again.
"You can beat Miss Kinney all hollow," added George with blunt, boyish admiration.
"I am not figuring on that," smiled the invalid, amused at the thought. "I don't care any more about being 'it,' as you children say. I just want to help Hill Street Church, for it has brought me the sun again when I thought I had lost it forever."