Deb, hearing the music from the hall, came and stood beside her sister.

They were orphans, dwelling with an uncle.
"Jacqueline," said the child, "do you believe in the Devil ?" Jacqueline played on, but turned a lovely face upon her sister.

"I don't know, honey," she said.

"I suppose we must, but I had rather not." "Uncle Edward doesn't.

He says 'What the Devil!' but he doesn't believe in the Devil.