"Girl!"
"Can I do something for you?" asked Faith, kindly.
"Don't you look at it—or let any one—else, while I'm—asleep."
"I certainly will not."
"Promise!"
"I do promise."
"Swear!"
"Nay, friend, that would be wrong," replied the girl, unconsciously adopting the phraseology of the Quakers, while expressing a sentiment learned from them; for though Faith had been brought up outwardly in the creed of her father, she had, without being aware of it, adopted many of the tenets to which her mother held.
"I will promise you very solemnly, however," continued she, "that I will neither look at yonder thing nor allow any one else to do so; and you will be wrong to doubt my word."
"I don't.—What is your name?"