“Yes, I love her.” The tone of Madeline’s voice fell.
“Isn’t she good?”
“Not like Miss Harper.”
“Not like Miss Harper?”
“No.”
“What is the difference, darling?” And Mr. Dainty, interested in spite of himself, drew an arm around Madeline and pressed her to his side.
“God has made her good,” said the child, speaking low and reverently.
This answer sent a strange thrill through the heart of Mrs. Dainty. The father asked no other question.
“Can’t I sleep with her to-night, mother? Say yes, just for to-night.”
“Yes, for to-night,” answered Mrs. Dainty, speaking as one constrained.