"Of course they will. You can never be a flirt, Amarilly."

"I don't want to," she replied indignantly.

Colette laughed.

"Well, tell me what you were thinking about?"

"I was wondering if Mr. St. John wasn't trying any more to find that

thing you lost in the surplice pocket."

"Oh, Amarilly, has Mr. Phillips censored that word, too? I was in hopes

he would never hear you say 'surplus,' so he could not correct you."

"I told him you didn't want me to speak correctly," said Amarilly a

little resentfully.

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"You did!" cried Colette, looking rather abashed. "And what did he say?"

"He said it was selfish in you to think more of your amusement than of

my improvement."

Colette colored and was silent a moment.

"He's right, Amarilly," she said impulsively. "I _am_ selfish to

everyone. All I have ever cared for is to be entertained and made to

laugh. I have been as selfish to St. John as I have to you and--I'll

tell you a secret, Amarilly, because I know that I can trust you. I've

gone just a little bit too far with St. John. I told him he needn't ever

come to see me again until he found what was in the pocket of the

surplice, and he took me at my word."

"He did all he could to find it," said Amarilly, immediately on the

defence for the rector.

"I know he did, but you see before this I've always had everything I've

asked for, even impossible things, and I didn't want to have him fail

me. I have been selfish and exacting with him, and I think he realizes

it now."

"Well, when you're in the wrong, all you've got to do is to say so."

"That isn't easy, Amarilly."

"But it's right."

"Oh, Amarilly, you're like a man with your right and your wrong!"

"But you would make yourself happy, too, if you told him you knew it

wasn't up to him any more to find that."

"I'd rather be unhappy and stick to what I said. I must have my own way,

Amarilly."

"Well," said Amarilly, abandoning an apparently hopeless subject, "I

came to ask you to do me--us--the Boarder and Lily Rose, I mean, a

favor."

"What is it, Amarilly?"

"Why, as I said, they want Mr. St. John to marry them, and they're

afraid he won't want to because he--well--because he isn't their kind,

you know, and he has such a fashionable church."




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