"The Bible! oh why should one read the Bible?" she said, huddling herself up in the corner. "It's very tiresome!"
"Do you ever read it, Miss Rose?"
"I? — no, indeed I don't. I am sorry, I dare say you will think me very wrong, Mrs. Landholm."
"Then how do you know it is tiresome?"
"O I know it is — I have read it; and one hears it read, you know; but I never want to."
Her words grated, perhaps on both her hearers; but neither of them answered.
"There was a man once," said Mrs. Landholm, "who read it a great deal; and he said that it was sweeter than honey and the honey-comb."
"Who was that?"
"You may read about him if you wish to," said Mrs. Landholm.
"But Mrs. Landholm," said Elizabeth, "do you think it is an interesting book?"