Over the fine print near Lottie’s finger, Judith bent and read: “And it came to pass.”
“Isn’t that splendid?” said Lottie, “but I wish you had got it. Do you want to try again?”
“No,” hesitated Judith, “it frightens me, and I’m afraid it’s wicked.”
“Wicked,” laughed Lottie, “how can it be wicked?”
“I cannot explain how—but I’m sure mother would not like it.”
“But your mother is so particular,” explained Lottie, “everybody isn’t. She thinks there’s a right and wrong to everything.”
“But isn’t there?” persisted Judith.
“No,” contended Lottie boldly, but with a fear at her heart; “there isn’t about this. This is right.”
“I hope it is,” said Judith, brightening.
“We tried it at noon recess one day, and John Kenney came and looked on. He didn’t say what he thought.”