"Little darling," he said, "you will have your hands full of business!"
"Oh Endy—I am very sorry!"
"Sorry?" Mr. Linden said. "What about?"
"I'm sorry that basket has come here!"
"It gives you the means of making other people glad."
"Yes—but,"—Faith looked uncomfortably at the basket. Then brought her eyes back to Mr. Linden's face. "What ought I to do, Endecott?"
"The most good and the least harm you can in the circumstances."
"How shall I,—the last?"—she said with a manner like a beautiful child, truth struggling through embarrassment.
"If you could contrive to make yourself disenchanting!"
Faith passed that, and waited, her eyes making a grave appeal. Mr.
Linden smiled.