But her sister pulled at her arm at once and rebuked her.
"Edie! You know mother doesn't let us speak to Poppy Destin."
"Pooh!" called out Poppy with the utmost scorn and derision. "Who wants to speak to you? I hate you."
She made fearful faces at them; but when they had all gone past, she rocked on her stone and wept.
"I hate them! I hate them!" she sobbed. "And I hate God! God is a beast."
Ina stood by and listened, with her pinafore in her mouth.
"I'll tell mother that, what you say," she remarked gravely.
"'Tell-tale-tit, your tongue shall be slit.' Go away from me, else I'll beat you," shouted Poppy, and Ina ran for her life and hid behind some rocks. Poppy continued her weeping, dry-eyed now, but sobbing spasmodically.
Suddenly a voice behind her!
"What's the matter little girl?"