you; she is just the kind of girl who would. But she may have been in earnest, after all!"
"You see, Sophia," said Peter, "it doesn't matter whether she was or not—it isn't as if it had ever really happened."
"Not really happened? But I was there; I heard, I saw it—nothing could be more real!"
"At any rate," he said, "it only happens when I use those cheques; and she can't possibly carry out her rash intention until I draw another—which I promise you faithfully I will never do. If you doubt me, I will burn the book now before your eyes!"
With these words he went to the drawer and took out the cheque-book.
"No," said Sophia, "you must not do that, Peter. There is much about this Time Bank that I don't pretend to understand, that I cannot account for by any known natural law; but I may not disbelieve my own eyes and ears! These events that have happened in the extra time you chose to defer till now are just as real as any other events. You have made this girl's acquaintance; you have—I don't say through any fault of your own, but
