"I do not want you to go, Judy, if you like to stay. That is, if you will be good."
"Good?" said the other, her eyes snapping. "What do you call good?"
"Everybody knows what good means, don't they?" said Matilda.
"I don't," said Judy. "I have my way of being good—that's all. Everybody has his own way. What is yours?"
"But there is only one real way."
"Ain't there, though!" exclaimed Judy. "I'll shew you a dozen."
"They can't be all good, Judy."
"Who's to say they are not?"
"Why, the Bible." The minute she had said it the colour flushed to Matilda's face. But Judy went on with the greatest coolness.
"Your Bible, or my Bible?"