"In the first place I object to your dress; you are not properly dressed."
She wore a bright blue cloak, she seemed to wear hardly anything else, and tresses of dirty hair hung over her shoulders.
"The Lord has not said anything to me about my dress, your reverence, and He put His gold crown on my head to-day."
"Biddy, is all this true?"
"As true as you're standing there."
"I am not asking you if your visions are true. I have my opinion about that. I am asking if they are true to you."
"True to me, your reverence? I don't rightly understand."
"I want to know if you think Our Lord put a gold crown on your head to-day."
"To be sure He did, your reverence."
"If He did, where is it?"