"Mustn't what? Do justice?"
"Yes. No—not to ourselves sometimes. You asked me what I knew about him; this is one thing. He says we must not return evil for evil; nor be angry."
"You were angry at Judy, though?"
"Well, for a little while, sometimes. I couldn't always help it; or I could, I suppose, but I didn't."
"How could you?" said David. "I cannot. When I am angry, I am angry; and there is nothing to do but wait till I get over it."
"That's another thing I know about Jesus," said Matilda gravely. "He takes the anger away." She wished that David would begin upon his former line of inquiry, now that she had her little book to consult; but she could not hurry him. David looked hard at her, and then his gloom seemed to come over him. He sunk his head again; and Matilda waited.
"What can you tell me?" he said at last.
"I don't know. Perhaps, if you would try it, my book would tell you something."
"What could it tell me?"
"Answer some of your questions, perhaps."