"Only talking."
"Was Aunt Lavvy talking to you about her opinions?"
"No, Mamma."
"Has she ever talked to you?"
"Of course not. She wouldn't if she promised not to. I don't know even now what Unitarianism is…. What do Unitarians believe in?"
"Goodness knows," her mother said. "Nothing that's any good to them, you may be sure."
Mary went on darning. The coarse wool of the socks irritated her fingers.
It caught in a split nail, setting her teeth on edge.
If you went on darning for ever—if you went on darning—Mamma would be pleased. She had not suspected anything.
VIII.
"'Full fathom five thy father lies,
Of his bones are coral made,
Those are pearls that were his eyes.
Nothing of him that doth fade
But doth suffer a sea-change
Into something rich and strange.'"