"That is all done, mother, and the floor brushed up. Do come!"
"Why, who put it up?"
"Father and I."
"Well! you do beat all, Nettie. But I can't, child; I haven't time."
"Yes, mother, plenty. There's all the hour of Sunday school before church begins. Now do, mother!"
"Well, you go off to school; and if I can, maybe I will. You go right off, Nettie."
Nettie went, feeling weary and empty by dint of hard work and a dinner of a small bit of dry toast. But she thought little about that. She wanted to ask Mr. Folke a question.
The lesson that afternoon was upon the peacemakers; and Mr. Folke asked the children what ways they knew of being a peacemaker. The answer, somehow, was not very ready.
"Isn't it to stop people from quarrelling?" one child asked.
"How can you do that, Jane?"