Mr. Spelt resolved at last to consult Mr. Fuller about the child. He went to see him, and told him all he knew concerning her. To his surprise, however, when he came to her onset with the broom, Mr. Fuller burst into a fit of the heartiest laughter. Spelt stood with his mouth open, staring at the sacred man. Mr. Fuller saw his amazement.
"You don't think it was very wicked of your poor child to pray to God and shoulder her broom, do you?" he said, still laughing.
"We're told to forgive our enemies, sir. And Poppie prayed against hers."
"Yes, yes. You and I have heard that, and, I hope, learned it. But Poppie, if she has heard it, certainly does not understand it yet. Do you ever read the Psalms?"
"Yes, sometimes. Some of them pretty often, sir."
"You will remember, then, how David prays against his enemies?"
"Yes, sir. It's rather awful, sometimes."
"What do you make of it? Was it wicked in David to do so?"
"I daren't say that, sir."