It crouched now, stung and beaten, hiding in her body that walked beside her mother with proud feet, and small lifted head.
VII.
Her mother turned at her bedroom door and signed to her to come in.
She sat down in her low chair at the head of the curtained bed. Mary sat in the window-seat.
"There's something I want to say to you."
"Yes, Mamma."
Mamma was annoyed. She tap-tapped with her foot on the floor.
"Have you given up those absurd ideas of yours?"
"What absurd ideas?"
"You know what I mean. Calling yourself an unbeliever."