"Then this bird is free now?"
"I guess you'd better talk to her—" said Mrs. Derrick, taking her seat and her knitting again.
"Miss Derrick!" said the doctor obeying this direction with an obeisance,—"you are free to command, and I can but obey. Will you go with Sophy to-morrow to Deep River? I am not altogether uninterested, as I hope to have the honour of driving you; but she sends her most, earnest wish."
"To-morrow is Sunday, Dr. Harrison."
"Well—isn't Sunday a good day?"
"It isn't mine," said Faith gently.
"Not yours?" said the doctor. "You have promised it away, and we are so unfortunate?"
Her colour rose a little, but it was with an eye as steady as it was soft that she answered him.
"The day belongs to God, Dr. Harrison—and I have promised it, and myself, away to him."
The doctor looked astonished for a minute. And he gazed at her.