"I didn't hear it. I wish the Hindoos knew about the Bible. They're awful; but I didn't think about its being bad, till I came here. When I go back, I shall tell them what God says."
"Milly, Milly, where are you?"
It was Emily's voice in the hall. Naturally amiable and affectionate, she had become greatly attached to her cousin, whose ardent, impulsive nature, and stronger traits harmonized well with her gentler ones.
Mrs. Morgan with a glance of dismay around the chamber into which one could scarcely find a standing place, was just returning to the parlor, when she stopped to see what Emily would say to all this confusion.
"Why, Milly Lewis! What are you doing?" exclaimed the little girl, holding up her hands in surprise.
"I'm fixing my room up," answered Milly, coloring at Emily's tone.
"Don't you want me to help you? But I forgot, Papa's going to take us to ride, I came to call you."
"Oh, dear! What shall I do? I'm sorry I began to be neat to-day."
"Come and ride," suggested Emily, "then I'll help you put away your things."
"Well, I will."