'What has that to do with it?' said Faith, sharply.
'Nothing, only she seemed such a little thing for all those
grave ministers to be praying for, and so many folk come from a
distance — some from Boston they said — all for her sake, as it
were. Why, didst thou see, it was godly Mr. Henwick that held her
head when he wriggled so, and old Madam Holbrook had herself helped
upon a chair to see the better. I wonder how long I might wriggle,
before great and godly folk would take so much notice of me? But, I
suppose, that comes of being a pastor's daughter. She'll be so set
up there'll be no speaking to her now. Faith! thinkest thou that
Hota really had bewitched her? She gave me corn-cakes, the last
time I was at Pastor Tappau's, just like any other woman, only,
perchance, a trifle
