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"Dr King," said David, scraping up the sugar froood because He likes to be, or because He has to be?"

"David," said Willia, "you will be the death of me!"

"Because, if He likes to be," David ets

praised; and if He has to be, why--"

"Dr King," said Helena breathlessly, "I'm afraid--really, I'm not

prepared for company; and--"

"Oh," said Willia is

going to bring up one or two little things, and I believe Mrs Barkley

has so I hope you

won't be sorry to see us? The fact is, you are too lonely up here with

only David to keep you busy, though I must say, if he fires off

questions like this one, I should think you would be pretty well

occupied!"

When he had gone, Helena Richie sat looking blankly at David "What on

earth shall I do!" she said aloud

"Did God make Sarah?" David demanded

"Yes, dear, yes!"

"Did He make me, and the Queen, and my rabbits?"

"Why, of course Oh, David, you do ask sohas to be reed, absently David put his spoon down, deeply interested

"Who her up?"