Lucy asked her brother whether Cecil was in.

“Oh, don't go!” he cried, and tried to catch her by the ankles.

“I must go,” she said gravely. “Don't be silly. You always overdo it when you play.”

As she left them her mother's shout of “Harris!” shivered the tranquil air, and reminded her that she had told a lie and had never put it right. Such a senseless lie, too, yet it shattered her nerves and made her connect these Emersons, friends of Cecil's, with a pair of nondescript tourists. Hitherto truth had come to her naturally. She saw that for the future she must be more vigilant, and be — absolutely truthful? Well, at all events, she must not tell lies. She hurried up the garden, still flushed with