"She will do it, Dad!" the little girl confided to him one evening, when she and her book and her pencil were on his knee. "And it worries me so."
"Oh, I hope she wins it," said Teresa, ardently. "She's not a Catholic, but we're praying for her. And you know people who aren't Catholics, Dad, are apt to think that our fairs are pretty—pretty money-making, you know!"
"And if only she could point to that desk," said Alanna, "and say that she won it at a Catholic fair."
"But she won't," said Teresa, suddenly cold.
"I'm praying she will," said Alanna, suddenly.
"Oh, I don't think you ought, do you, Dad?" said Teresa, gravely. "Do you think she ought, Mommie? That's just like her pouring her holy water over the kitten. You oughtn't to do those things."
"I ought to," said Alanna, in a whisp
