"I do not know any more than you. I have never been taught anything about her, although I am curious to know. I asked old Helena, and got from her that Bathsheba was St. David's wife; but that was all she knew, for only the priests are allowed to read the Bible. On that account it is written in Bulgarian."
"But why, then, should she not be among the saints in the Calendar?"
"Of course, because she was a Jewess!"
"But he said she had sinned. Oh, why did my godmother give me the name of a sinful woman?" And Bethsaba was ready to cry.
"Bethsaba, dear," said Sophie, "please don't tell anybody what I have told you about the Czar's tour and the triumphal arch."
"But if my godmother asks what we have been talking about?"
"Tell her something else."
"What else?"
"Make up a fib."
"A fib! How does one do that? I have never done it."