"I must go to see them, mamma."
"Certainly; that is all just and proper; but there is no occasion to talk to them about your change of views."
"Then they would believe me what I am not."
"Well—" said Mrs. Bartholomew; "they would a great deal rather believe so than know the truth."
"Would you have liked me to hide it from you, mamma?"
"I don't know; yes,—I think I should."
"What would have been your opinion of me by and by, when you came to find it out?"
"Just the truth," said Judy languidly. "Nothing can make you more of a sneak than you are already."
"One thing," said David firmly. "To get, or try to get, my uncles' money under false pretences. You know they would never give it to a Christian."
"Judy," said Mrs. Lloyd, "another ill-bred word like that, and I send you from the table."