She gave it me," he muttered more sullenly.
"Give it here.

What is the name of it?
What is it about ?" she asked, putting her finger upon the title.
Bonaparte understood.
"Political Economy," he said slowly.
"Dear Lord!" said Tant Sannie, "cannot one hear from the very sound what an ungodly book it is! One can hardly say the name.

Haven't we got curses enough on this farm ?" cried Tant Sannie, eloquently; "my best imported Merino ram dying of nobody knows what, and the short-horn cow casting her two calves, and the sheep eaten up with the scab and the drought?
And is this a time to bring ungodly things about the place, to call down the vengeance of Almighty God to punish us more?
Didn't the minister tell me when I was confirmed not to read any book except my Bible and hymn-book, that the devil was in all the rest?
And I never have read any other book," said Tant Sannie with virtuous energy, "and I never will!" Waldo saw that the fate of his book was sealed, and turned sullenly on his heel.
"So you will not stay to hear what I say!" cried Tant Sannie.

"There, take your Polity-gollity-gominy, your devil's book!" she cried, flinging the book at his head with much energy.
It merely touched his forehead on one side and fell to the ground.
"Go on," she cried; "I know you are going to talk to yourself.

People who talk to themselves always talk to the devil.