Oh! mother, give up those horrible old lies; give them up; be brave." "The priest, the priest!" moaned the old woman at last.
"Oh! no, no, no--not the priest; he can do nothing.

He knows it's all lies, too!" "The priest! the priest!" moaned the other again.

"He can tell you; he knows the answer." Her face was convulsed with effort, and her old fingers fumbled and twisted with the rosary.

Mabel grew suddenly frightened, and stood up.
"Oh! mother!" She stooped and kissed her.

"There! I won't say any more now.