The child's hatred of sermons and ministers had not touched her capacity for belief of this sort in the least.

She believed feverishly, and was enraged with David for setting up a rival creed, and with her uncle for endorsing it.
David turned and walked towards the farmyard.

Louie followed him, and tapped him peremptorily on the arm.

'I'm gooin up theer Easter Eve--Saturday week'-- and she pointed over her shoulder to the Scout.
'Gells conno be out neets,' said David firmly; 'if I goo I can tell yo.' 'Yo'll not goo without me--I'd tell Aunt Hannah!' 'Yo've naw moor sense nor rotten sticks!' said David, angrily.
'Yo'll get your death, an Aunt Hannah 'll be stick stock mad wi boath on us.

If I goo she'll niver find out.' Louie hesitated a moment.