Barbara Dering; A Sequel to the Quick or the Dead?

This historic book may have numerous typos, missing text or index. Purchasers can download a free scanned copy of the original book (without typos) from the publisher. 1892. Not illustrated. Excerpt: ... punish me for thinking His bishop a little teeny weeny bit greedy? Hush, Win, said Eunice, gravely, though she had more desire than ever to smile. You are getting saucy. You must try to get over that way you have of criticising older people. It's very improper in a little girl. But, mother dear, isn't the truth as truly true when a little girl thinks it 'bout a bishop as when a bishop thinks it 'bout a little girl? Yes; but it is the bishop's duty to tell little girls their faults, while it would only be disrespectful if little girls told bishops what they thought were their faults. Well, is it disrespectful if I can't help liking Barbara's husban' better, and he ain't a bishop? No; that's no harm. But hush, dear, you're talking too much. Win began to eat her orange section by section, plunging her little crimped teeth into the clear yellow fibres, and curling her red lips away from contact with the stinging juice. As she ate each division she placed the seed, with the dainty deliberation peculiar to her, along the edge of her plate. The bishop, happening to glance up, watched this operation with the sympathetic smile of a somewhat sentimental father. Was it not a sweet thought of our Heavenly Father to make such delicious fruit for us all to enjoy, my child? he asked, at last. Win gazed frankly at him over her last bit of orange. But He made poison-berries an' things, too, she replied, abruptly. Why do you reckon He did, sir? They are not poisonous to the birds of the air, who live upon them, my dear. Well, parsley kills parrots, said Win. 'Cause we had a parrot, and it ate it, and then it died in a hurry. But of course I know 'He doeth all things well, ' sir, she hastened to add, fearing she was being disrespectful, and noting, besides, ...