I wish you could see your face

  "I have not seen any yet, so of course cant't see additional ones" she answered saucily. "I tell you what you had better do, stay and convert me, and that will take you a precious long time I promise you."   "Lucy!"   "Oh, how grave you are, I wish you could see your face."   "You forget what you are talking about, Lucy, or you would not speak so" he said gravely, "I cannot believe that you are in earnest."   "Of course I don't mean half I say, I never do, I did not think you would take it so seriously."   "It is a bad way to get into, Lucy."   "Don't be alarmed" cried Lucy laughing, "I'm not so awfully wicked as you imagine. I know, that I am very wild, and thoughtless, and that that school did not do me any good, but for all that, I'm not quite a heathen."   "Be merry and wise," he said kindly but gravely."   "That is not so easy" returned Lucy with a gulp, "you may think so, you are so mild tempered; but with one, so impulsive, and high spirited as I am, it is very hard, almost impossible; that's always the way with you quiet, easy going people, you have no sympathy with us."