They looked _different_.

When they awoke and stretched themselves and adjusted wig and cap, they looked _very_ strange.

As she went to get her grandmother her Bible, and dropped it accidentally, she kissed it by way of atonement just as a proper child should.
How, I wonder, would this Psalm-singing child have be enlabelled by the investigator of her mind?
Would he have called her a Jew?
She was too young to be called an apostate.

Perhaps she would have been dismissed as a little fraud; and I should be content with that classification, if slightly modified.

I should say the child was a piteously puzzled little fraud.
To return to the honest first person, I _was_ something of a fraud.
The days when I believed everything I was told did not run much beyond my teething time.