But even she did not yet understand that because the sunset was beautiful she felt a sudden hunger and thirst after righteousness.
"Chris, do you think it is wicked of people to fall in love ?" she asked suddenly.
"Not exactly wicked; more silly, I should say," replied Chris generously.
"Because if it is wicked, I shall give up reading tales about it." This was a tremendous and unnatural sacrifice to principle on the part of Elisabeth.
Christopher turned upon her sharply.

"You don't read tales that Miss Farringdon hasn't said you may read, do you ?" "Yes; lots.

But I never read tales that she has said I mustn't read." "You oughtn't to read any tale till you have asked her first if you may." Elisabeth's face fell.

"I never thought of doing such a thing as asking her first.

Oh! Chris, you don't really think I ought to, do you?
Because she'd be sure to say no." "That is exactly why you ought to ask." Christopher's sense of honour was one of his strong points.
Then Elisabeth lost her temper.