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The girl shook her head, and spoke for the first time. `I don't know his name.'
Mrs. Mitchett's face twitched.
`Oh, dear!' she said: `Think of that! She's never said as much to us.'
`Not know his name?' Pierson murmured. `But howhow could you ...' he stopped, but his face had darkened. `Surely you would never have done such a thing without affection? Come, tell me!'
'I don't know it,' the girl repeated.
`It's these Parks,' said Mrs. Mitchett, from behind her handkerchief. `And to think that this'll be our first grandchild and all! 'Ilda is difficult; as quiet, as quiet; but that stubborn . . .'
Pierson looked at the girl, who seemed, if anything, less interested than ever. This impenetrability and something mulish in her attitude annoyed him. `I can't think,' he said, `how you could so have forgotten yourself. It's truly grievous.'
Mrs. Mitchett murmured: `Yes, sir; the girls gets it into their heads that there's going to be no young men for them.'
`That's right,' said the girl sullenly.
Pierson's lips grew tighter. `Well, what can I do for you, Mrs. Mitchett?' he said. `Does your daughter come to church?'
Mrs. Mitchett shook her head mournfully. `Never since she had her bike.'
Pierson rose from his chair. The old story! Control and discipline undermined, and these bitter apples the resultl
`Well,' he said, `if you need our creche, you have only to come to me,' and he turned to the girl. `And you-won't you let this dreadful experience move your heart? My dear girl, we must all master ourselves our passions, and our foolish wilfulness, especially in these times when our

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