"I don't know any thing; and you don't. O Governor" — and she flung her arms round his neck, and spoke words coined out of her heart, — "I wish you were a Christian! —"
For a minute only he did not speak; and then he said calmly in her ear,
"I shall be — I mean to be one, Winnie."
Her little head lay very still and silent a few minutes more; and when she lifted it she did not carry on the subject; unless the kisses she gave him, only too strong in their meaning, might be interpreted.
"I should feel so much better if you knew somebody in
Mannahatta," she said presently.
"I do. I know Mr. Herder."
"O yes; but I mean more than that; somebody where you could stay and be nice."
"I shall not stay where I cannot be nice."
"I know that," said Winifred; "but you don't know anywhere to go, do you?"
"Yes. Uncle Forriner's."