gravings. And the legends she had listened to! Oh, if she could
go to school and learn ever so many things _now_, for when she was
eighteen she would be too old, and a kind of perplexity settled in her
smooth forehead.

CHAPTER VII

A DAY TO BE REMEMBERED

Dr. Richards had been studying the changes in the child's face. It was
like reading a book, but it had many variations. Her thoughts must
have traveled far and wide. What were they?

"Are you very happy?" he asked.

"Happy?" she echoed, wonderingly. "Why it is a beautiful Sunday. One
ought to be happy--here with you and watching all these lovely
things."

"Are Sundays happier than any other days?"

"Well--" slowly. "They ought to be. It seems as if it was the day of
the Sun, and that's always glad and merry."

"But when it rains or is cloudy?"

"Oh, you _know_ it is there, and maybe He is fighting away the clouds.
And He draws up the water. I read that in a book--and when He gets
enough He lets it fall down as He did last night and that makes the
world so fresh and sweet. And there are fifty-two Sundays when you
ought not----"

"What?" watching the shadow in her eyes.

"Well, I think you ought not work very much. I suppose some people
have to when you have meals to get and babies to see to. I go to
Sunday school with Jack and I like it so much. I've learned ever so
many of the songs. But the lessons puzzle me. They are about God--we
had them in the Home, you know, and God seems so big and strange. Do
you know all about him."

"No, child, and no one, not even ministers can know all, so you need
not worry about that. God has the whole world in His keeping. Don't
you like the week days?"

"Well, they don't seem to have the same joy in them, only at Miss
Armitage's every day seems like Sunday. But I keep counting them. You
see, I'll be thirteen in September. Then when we've had fifty-two
Sundays I'll be fourteen and so on, until I am eighteen."

"And then?" in a sweet kind of tone.

"Why I won't be bound-out any more. It's right for me to stay, _she_
said so, but it would seem such a long while if I was just counting
the years. And Sunday comes so quick, most times, and then you can be
glad."

What a touch of philosophy for a child!

"But--they are good to you at Bordens?"

"Oh, yes. I _love_ Bridget, though I was afraid of her at first. But
the grown people have each other and since I don't really belong to
them--oh, I can't explain it,"