"Doesn't she make any visits?"
"Never to human beings."
"Doesn't she go to church?"
"Not that I have ever heard of."
"Cousin Molly Belle!" in an awed tone. "Is she a heathen?"
"She is very old, Namesake. Nearly ninety."
She said it gravely and gently, and Cousin Frank repeated a verse of poetry I did not know then:—
"He prayeth best who loveth best
All things both great and small;
For the dear God who loveth us,
He made and loveth all."
It was so nice that I turned it over in my mind several times before I asked another question. My mother sometimes called me "an animated interrogation-point."
"Is Old Madam Leigh married?"