“And now you are in the Promised Land,” said Judith; “do people have to go through the Wilderness first?”
A warning voice came from across the hall: “I’d like to know if your ball is getting bigger, Judith.”
Judith’s guilty fingers snatched her needle, and she began stitching a black strip to a brown strip as Aunt Rody had expressly forbidden her to do.
“They don’t have to stay in the Wilderness,” replied Aunt Affy, “their own naughtiness kept them there.”
“H’m,” sniffed the voice across the hall. “I think some people who behave pretty well are kept in the Wilderness.”
“I like wild places,” said Judith, forgetting her ball again.
“And naughtiness, too,” snapped Aunt Rody.
“Oh, we all like that,” laughed Marion; “Aunt Rody, I am coming in there to tell you a story.”
“Don’t want you,” grumbled Aunt Rody, in a relenting voice.
But Marion went.