On the contrary, one of her favourite amusements was "dressing up." This sudden overmastering desire to arrive at the truth about herself had been a new conceit.
"I wanted to see myself.

Clothes ain't me," was all she would or could vouchsafe; and Mrs.Munday had shook her head, and had freely confessed that there were things beyond her and that Joan was one of them; and had succeeded, partly by force, partly by persuasion, in restoring to Joan once more the semblance of a Christian child.
It was Mrs.Munday, poor soul, who all unconsciously had planted the seeds of disbelief in Joan's mind.

Mrs.Munday's God, from Joan's point of view, was a most objectionable personage.

He talked a lot--or rather Mrs.Munday talked for Him--about His love for little children.

But it seemed He only loved them when they were good.