After all, why should she not, seeing that her mother, the Bible and Nature had been her only associates and sources of information, if we except the poor slaves who waited on them, most of whom were mutes.
When Mrs.Eversley's story was done, we told ours, in a compressed form.
It was strange to see the wonder with which these two ladies listened to its outlines, but on that I need not dwell.

When it was finished I heard Miss Hope say: "So it would seem, O Stephen Somers, that it is you who are saviour to us." "Certainly," answered Stephen, "but why ?" "Because you see the dry Holy Flower far away in England, and you say, 'I must be Holy Father to that Flower.' Then you pay down shekels (here her Bible reading came in) for the cost of journey and hire brave hunter to kill devil-god and bring my old white-head parent with you.

Oh yes, you are saviour," and she nodded her head at him very prettily.
"Of course," replied Stephen with enthusiasm; "that is, not exactly, but it is all the same thing, as I will explain later.

But, Miss Hope, meanwhile could you show us the Flower ?" "Oh! Holy Mother must do that.

If you look thereon without her, you die." "Really!" said Stephen, without alluding to his little feat of wall climbing.
Well, the end of it was that after a good deal of hesitation, the Holy Mother obliged, saying that as the god was dead she supposed nothing else mattered.