Mattie did not answer. Lucy thought she did not care to go. But she was such an oddity that she wanted very much to take her. "She has such a beautiful garden, Mattie! And she's _so_ kind." Still Mattie made no reply. Lucy would try again. "And it's such a beautiful house, too, Mattie! I'm sure you would like to see it. And," she added, almost reduced to her last resource, "she would give us such a nice dinner, _I_ know!" This at length burst the silence, but not as Lucy had expected. "Now that's just what I'm determined I will not stand," said the little maid. "What _do_ you mean, Mattie?" exclaimed Lucy, surprised and bewildered. "I'll tell you what I mean, and that soon enough," said Mattie. "It's all very kind of Mrs. Morgingturn to ask you and me, what are well-to-do people, and in comfortable circumstances, as people say, to go and spend this day or that with her. And do you know, Mr. Spelt"--here Mattie drew herself in and turned her face right round from Lucy to the tailor, for the side of her mouth which she used for speech was the left, and the furthest from Spelt--"it just comes into my head that this kind lady who gives me petticoats to make instead of doll's trousers, is doing the very thing you read about last night out of the New Testament before I went into bed. It's so nice now there's light enough to read a little before we part for the night! ain't it, mother?" "I know, I know," said the tailor in a low voice, not wishing to intrude himself into the conversation. "What did Mr. Spelt read to you, Mattie?" asked Lucy. "He read about _somebody_--"