“I know not what sort of folks your saints are,” said Dorothy bravely: “but my saints are folks that love God and desire to please Him, and that John Johnson was, if ever a man were in this evil world. An evil tree cannot bring forth good fruit.”
The nun crossed herself, but she did not answer.
“It would be as well if folks would be content to set the bad folks in prison, and let the good ones be,” said Dorothy. “Cissy, our mistress is up to London to the Bishop.”
“Will they do somewhat to her?”
“God knoweth!” said Dorothy, shaking her head sorrowfully. “I shall be fain if I may see her back; oh, I shall!”
“Oh, I hope they won’t!” said Cissy, her eyes filling again with tears. “I love Mistress Wade.”