You must make me pay a forfeit every time I do it.

What shall the forfeit be?
Chocolates ?' She watched his lips, and understood as well as if she had heard.
'No,' she answered demurely.

'You mustn't laugh.

When I've done anything wicked and am sorry, I say the little prayer Miss More taught me.

Perhaps you'd better learn it too.' 'If you said it for me,' suggested Mr.Van Torp gravely, 'it would be more likely to work.' 'Oh no! That wouldn't do at all! You must say it for yourself.