"Papa has been talking about you downstairs. He has come home from Ballintubber, very tired and very unhappy, and he thinks you have been made to go to bed without your supper because we have been attacking you about religion. I have told him that nobody has said a word to you."
"But you did."
"Not a word."
"You didn't tell him all that you told me—about letting in the water?" This was asked in a tone of great anxiety.
"Not a word,—not as yet."
"And you won't? Mind, I tell you it's all untrue. What do I know about letting in the water?"
"Who did it?"
"I'm not going to tell."
"You know, then?"
"No, I don't. But I'm not going to tell as though I knew it. You don't care about it in your religion, but we Catholics don't like telling lies."