"There isn't but one Bible, Judy, that I know."
"Yes, there is!" said the young lady fiercely. "There's our Bible, that's the true. There's yours, that's nothing, that you dare bind up with it."
"They both say the same thing," said Matilda.
"They DON'T!" said the girl, sitting upright, and her eyes darted fire. "They don't say a word alike; don't you dare say it."
"Why Judy, what the one says is good, the other says is good; there is no difference in that. Did you ever read the New Testament?"
"No! and I don't want to; nor the other either. But I didn't come to talk about that."
"What do you call goodness, then?"
"Goodness?" said Judy, relapsing into comparatively harmless mischief; "goodness? It's a sweet apple—and I hate sweet apples."
"What do you mean?"
"I mean that. Goody folks are stupid. Aren't they, though!"