"Just suppose for a moment that you are one of my scholars, and give me a definition of mischief."
To judge by the unbent lines of Faith's brow, there was nothing very disagreeable to her in the supposition. Yet she had a look of care for the 'definition,' too.
"When a man is meaning to do harm, isn't he doing mischief?"
"Only to himself."
"But do you mean that one can't do harm to others in this world?"
"You said 'when a man is meaning to do harm.'"
"Ah," said Faith laughing, "I should want a great deal of teaching before I could give a definition that would suit you! Well then, isn't harm mischief?"
"I'm afraid I must yield that point."
"Then," said Faith simply, but very modestly,—"we come back to where we started from?"
"What shall we do there?" said he smiling.