There came a sigh to her ears here, which greatly touched her. Nevertheless, for the present she could not even show sympathy, for she dared not seem aware of the need for it. Tears came to her eyes, but she commanded them back; that would not do either.
"Suppose we take a walk, Dolly, in that jolly old wood yonder?" Mr. Copley said. "That's Brierley Park, ain't it? We might go and see the house, if you like."
"It is Sunday, father."
"Well, what then? The world is pretty much the same thing Sunday that it is other days, eh?"
"Yes, father—the world; but not the day. That is not the same as the rest."
"Why not? We cannot go to church to-day, if that is what you are thinking of. I took church-time to come down here. And if you wanted to go to church, Dolly, you couldn't have a finer temple than over yonder."
"Oh, if you'll go to church there, father, I'll go."
"To be sure I will. Get your hat."
"And my Bible?"
"Bible?" Mr. Copley looked at her. "I didn't say anything about a Bible. We are going to take a walk. You don't want a book to carry."