“No, dear heart, that were idolatry,” said Mrs Wade.
“Yes, I know,” replied Cissy: “Father said so. But Ursula says the Black Sisters will make me, or they’ll put me in the well. I do hope God will keep away the Black Sisters. I ask Him every day, when I’ve done talking about Father. I shouldn’t like them to put me in the well!” and she shuddered. Evidently Ursula had frightened her very much with some story about this. “But God would be there, in the well, wouldn’t He? They won’t make me do it when Father said not!”
Chapter Thirty One.
Sumptuous apartments.
“Well, be sure! who ever saw such a lad? Sent out to play at four o’ the clock, and all o’er mud at five! Where hast thou been, Will? Speak the truth, now!”
“Been down by the brook rush-plaiting,” said little Will, looking as if his mind were not quite made up whether to cry or to be sulky.
“The mischievousness of lads! Didn’t I tell thee to mind and keep thy clothes clean?”
“You’re always after clothes! How could I plait rushes and keep ’em clean?”