"Why, a good many things, you'll find," said Norton; "and people too. You've got to know about it now. It's my grandmother's house, to begin with. Look out! there's another chestnut."
Matilda wondered that she had never heard of this lady before; though she did not say so.
"It is my grandmother's house," Norton repeated, as he recovered the erring chestnut; "and she would like that we should be there always; but there is more to be said about it. I have an aunt living there; an aunt that married a Jew; her husband is dead, and now she makes her home with my grandmother; she and her two children, my cousins."
"Then you have cousins!" Matilda repeated.
"Two Jew cousins. Yes."
"Are they Jews?"
"She isn't, my aunt isn't; but they are. Judith is a real little Jewess, with eyes as black as a dewberry, and as bright; and David—well, he's a Jew."
"How old are they?"
"About as old as we are. There's a chestnut, Pink! it went over there."
That chestnut was captured, and kept and eaten; and Matilda said she had never eaten anything so good in the shape of a chestnut.