Better the truth.

If Jule had known that her words would be reported to August, she would have bitten out her tongue rather than to have let it utter words that were only the cry of her wounded pride.

Of course Betsey met August in the road the next morning, in a quiet hollow by the brook, and told him, sympathizingly, almost affectionately, that she had begun to talk to Julia about him, and that Jule had said she didn't care.

So while Julia uttered a lie she spoke the truth, and while.

Betsey uttered the truth she spoke a lie, willful, malicious, and wicked.
Now, in the mean time, Julia, on her side, had tried to open communication through the only channel that offered itself.