"What did I tell ye? What did I tell ye?" cried the shrill voice of Mrs. Scattergood. "Now ye'll believe what I say, I hope! The disgraceful critter! My poor, poor 'Rill! I knew how 'twould be if she married that man."
It chanced that Janice Day's Bible opened that night to the sixth of
Proverbs and she read before going to bed these verses:
"These six things doth the Lord hate; yea, seven are an abomination unto him.
"A proud look, a lying tongue, and hands that shed innocent blood.
"An heart that deviseth wicked imaginations, feet that be swift in running to mischief.
"A false witness that speaketh lies, and he that soweth discord among brethren."
CHAPTER IV
A RIFT IN THE HONEYMOON
Janice could not call at the little grocery on the side street until Friday afternoon when she returned from Middletown for over Sunday. While the roads were so bad that she could not use her car in which to run back and forth to the seminary she boarded during the school days near the seminary.
But 'Rill Drugg and little Lottie were continually in her mind. From Walky Dexter, with whom she rode home to Polktown on Friday, she gained some information that she would have been glad not to hear.