And then she said it was good of me to have told her, for she should never have found it out if I hadn't." "And so it was," remarked Christopher approvingly.
"No; it wasn't--and I told her it wasn't.

I told her that the goodness was yours, because it was you that made me tell.

I should never have thought of it by myself." "I say, you are a regular brick!" Elisabeth looked puzzled.

"I don't see anything brickish in saying that; it was the truth.

It was you that made me tell, you know; and it wasn't fair for me to be praised for your goodness." "You really are awfully straight, for a girl," said Christopher, with admiration; "you couldn't be straighter if you were a boy." This was high praise, and Elisabeth's pale little face glowed with delight.