“You can’t catch her out, can you? Why, she’s as cunning as King Pharaoh,” Mrs. Pottage chuckled, and with this she departed to fetch the morning tea.
Nancy was suddenly seized with a desire to go to Mass and take Letizia.
“I’ll come too,” Bram volunteered. “Now, don’t discourage me.”
It was true that Nancy always was inclined to discourage him from taking an interest in her religion. Not that she took such a very profound interest in it herself, to tell the truth. But she had a dread of people’s saying that she had forced her husband to become a Catholic. He did at intervals bring up the subject of being received; but there never seemed to be time to take any steps in the matter when they were on tour, and when they were resting it seemed a pity to worry their heads about religion. However, that morning Nancy did not discourage Bram from accompanying her and Letizia to Mass.
Letizia was very full of her visit to the Crib, when she saw Mrs. Pottage again.
“And I saw the baby Jesus in his nightygown, Mrs. Porridge.”
“You did?”
“Yes, and He was lying on His back and kicking His legs up in the air ever so high. And there was a moo-cow smelling Him.”
“No, darling,” her mother interrupted, “the moo-cow was praying to Him.”
“Well, he was smelling Him too.”