She was sure it was a different Bible from the one which Mere Jeanne used to read at home, for that was full of lovely things, while this was terrible.

Sometimes Jacques would call her to him and question her, and that was really too frightful for anything.

Perhaps he had been reading aloud, as he was fond of doing in the evenings, some denunciatory passage from the psalms or the prophets.

"Mary," he would say, turning to her, as she sat with her knitting in the corner, "what do you think of that passage ?" "I think him horreebl'," Marie would answer.

"Why do you read of such things, Jacques! Why you not have the good Bible, as we have him in France, why ?" "There is but one Bible, Mary, but one in the world; and it is all good and beautiful, only our sinful eyes cannot always see the glory of it." "Ah, but no!" Marie would persist, shaking her head gravely.