"Oh, I tied them on. Come now, Georgie!"
So I got the ball of yarn and the darning-needle.
"Oh, not such a big one!" cried she.
"Perhaps you'd like a cambric needle," said I.
"I don't want a winch," she pouted.
"Well, here's a smaller one. Now kneel down."
"Yes, but you wait a moment, till I screw up my courage."
"No need. You can talk, and I'll take you at unawares."
So Faith knelt down, and I got all ready.
"And what shall I talk about?" said she. "About Aunt Rhody, or Mr.
Gabriel, or—I'll tell you the queerest thing, Georgie! Going to now?"