"If you love me, keep my commandments," said the lady, without enthusiasm, and equally without sense of irreverence. "That will do. Now go."
She was turning away, when some sudden thought occurred to her. She gleamed at Val through her glasses in an enigmatic way, and said:
"Is this true about the trouble you've given your preceptors over the Bible verse every morning?"
"I don't give trouble every morning; but it's so tiresome, gran'ma, to begin exercises every day the same way."
"I should think so, if several hundred girls will go on repeating exactly the same texts year in and year out."
"Well, when they scolded us for never learning new ones, I tried to oblige them—I did, indeed."
"Hum! Miss Appleby tells me you appeared next day with 'Jesus wept.'"
Val grinned, and then grew grave.
"They are very hard to please. They want something we hadn't all said a thousand times, and something longer than—"
"Naturally."