of hers and wondered what they veiled.
“Is it wrong,” asked Zora, “to make believe you likes people when you don’t, when you’se afeared of them and thinks they may rub off and dirty you?”
‚ÄúWhy‚ÅÝ‚Äîwhy‚ÅÝ‚Äîyes, if you‚ÅÝ‚Äîif you, deceive.‚Äù
“Then you lies sometimes, don’t you?”
Miss Taylor stared helplessly at the solemn eyes that seemed to look so deeply into her.
‚ÄúPerhaps‚ÅÝ‚ÄîI do, Zora; I‚Äôm sure I don‚Äôt mean to, and‚ÅÝ‚ÄîI hope God will forgive me.‚Äù
Zora softened.
“Oh, I reckon He will if He’s a good God, because He’d know that lies like that are heaps better than blabbing the truth right out. Only,” she