Will you promise to say yes, Lois ?" She lifted her head, but she would not look into Mrs.Forsythe's eyes.
"Yes," she answered, twisting her fingers nervously together.

"I promise if--if he wants me." "Oh, my dear, my dear!" Mrs.Forsythe said, and then, to Lois's horror, she burst into tears.

She tried to say it was joy, and Lois must not be frightened, but the young girl fled for Mrs.Dale, and then ran up to the garret, and locked the door.
She went over to the western window and threw herself upon the floor, her face hidden in her arms.
"He made me do it," she said between her sobs; "he said it was my fault.
Well, I have made up for it now.

I have atoned.

I have promised." She was too miserable even to take the satisfaction which belongs to youth, of observing its own wretchedness.