"Funny? No. What do you mean?"
"But she was terribly religious, wasn't she?"
"She was—religious, certainly."
"But wasn't she sort of fanatical?"
"No, she wasn't! Don't you remember her? She was the dearest old thing that I ever knew—the most companionable woman."
"But somebody told me—or, anyway, I heard she used to pray, when she was poor, and she used to believe her prayers were answered, too."
"Well, that doesn't prove she was—funny. You meant—not quite right in her mind, didn't you?"
"Yes. And people say—it's all sort of the same thing, being too religious—or—you know—like me, mammie."
"Martha! She was as sane as any woman! What could she do but pray? She hadn't any health. She hadn't any money for her little boys. All that woman went through—if she hadn't had a strong mind, she would have gone crazy! She must have been far better balanced than most women, let me tell you. And look here, child——"
"Well?"