"As we 'give them——" a pause. The mother assisted the little one, and it completed the sentence.
"And lead us not into temptation."
"And lead us not——"
Anthony drew his cloak closer about him, shook the water from Solomon's hat, that he wore, and set it again on his head.
"Into temptation," said the mother.
"Lead us not into temptation," repeated the child. Anthony bent his head, and went out into the rain, went heedless of the warning that hammered at his heart, went wilfully—into temptation.
CHAPTER XXXIV. A COLD WOOING.
"Get yourself ready," ordered Squire Cleverdon, looking at Bessie across the table. "Your aunt is unwell, and I have sent word that we would come and see her. A wet day, and nothing better to be done, so we can find out what is the matter with her."
"Certainly, father," answered Elizabeth, with alacrity. "I hope nothing serious is the matter with her?"