"No, mum!" she said; "I couldn't sleep with that on my breast;"
and cried hysterically.
This lower class heretic WAS "brutally refractory." So thought
the Superioress, and so gave Mrs. Ginx notice to come no more.
She went home rather jubilant--she was a martyr.
II.--The Protestant Detectoral Association.
Ginx's baby was now fed on consecrated pap. But his mother was
not a woman to be silent under her wrongs. From her husband she
hid them, because the subject was forbidden. She poured out her
complaint to Mrs. Spittal and other Protestant matrons. Thus it
came to pass that one day, in Ginx's absence, the good woman was
surprised by a visit from a "gentleman." He was small, sharp,
rapid, dressed in black. He opened his business at once.
"Mrs. Ginx? Ah! I am the agent of the Protestant Detectoral
Association."
Mrs. Ginx wiped her best chair and set it for him.
"By great good fortune the secretary received only half an hour
ago intelligence of the shocking instance of Papal aggression of
which you have been the victim."
To hear her case put so grandly was honey to Mrs. Ginx.
"Well now," continued the little man, "we are ready to render you
every assistance to save your child from the claws of the Great
Dragon.
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