"I don't know," she answered desperately,--"I don't know anything, except she's good." "Listen to me," said Mr.Dean, in his harsh, monotonous voice: "did Mrs.
Ward ever say anything to you about hell, or the Lord's not sendin' people there?
Answer me that." Then the loving little servant-maid, truthful as the blood of Scotch ancestors and a Presbyterian training could make her, faced what she knew would bring remorse, and, for all she could tell, unpardonable sin upon her soul, and said boldly, "No, she never did.

She never said one single blessed word to me about hell." The wind seemed suddenly to leave the elder's sails, but the collapse was only for a moment; even Alfaretta's offering of her first lie upon the altar of her devotion to her mistress was not to save her.
"Well," he said, opening his mouth slowly and looking about with great dignity, "if she hasn't said it to you, she has to other people, I'll be bound.

Fer she said it to Mrs.Davis, and"-- the elder inflated his chest, and held his head high--"and me.

It is my duty as elder to take notice of it, fer her own soul's sake, and to open her husband's eyes, if he's been too blind to see it.

Yes, the Session should deal with her.