“You don’t think Grannie would say so?”
“No. Nor yet that you could know by her face what she was thinking.”
“Oh! can’t I just? I can read her face—not so well as plain print; but, let me see, as well as what Uncle Stoddart calls black-letter, at least. I know she thought you were preaching at her; and her face said, ‘I shan’t forgive YOU, anyhow. I never forgive, and I won’t for all your preaching.’ That’s what her face said.”
“I am sure she would not say so, Judy,” I said, really not knowing what to say.
“Oh, no; she would not say so. She would say, ‘I always forgive, but I never forget.’ That’s a favourite saying of hers.”
“But, Judy, don’t you think it is rather hypocritical of you to say all this to me about your grandmother when she is so kind to you, and you seem such good friends with her?”
She looked up in my face with an expression of surprise.
“It is all TRUE, Mr Walton,” she said.
“Perhaps. But you are saying it behind her back.”
“I will go home and say it to her face directly.”