"Hold on, Judy," cried Norton; "you are going too fast."
"Keep yourself out of the mess!" retorted Judy with great sharpness; "there's enough without you. I say, she is at the bottom of it all; and I wish it was the bottom of the Red Sea with Pharaoh's chariots!"
"Judy, Judy!" said Mrs. Bartholomew, angry and half laughing—"hold your tongue and don't be a fool."
"You've only one of that name among your children, mamma," said the young lady. "Half's enough."
"What has Matilda done?" Mrs. Laval asked calmly.
"She has been doing ever since she came here," Judy answered.
"What has bewitched you, David, though?" his mother inquired. "There was nothing of all this when you went to the catechizing?"
"No, mamma. But the study about that time put me on thinking and asking questions; nobody could answer my questions; not even our wise men; until at last I began to ask—where I found the answer."
"Matilda?" said Mrs. Bartholomew.
"Matilda helped me a great deal."