"We'll just look until we find something." And Hugh opened the
Bible.

"It's upside down," whispered Betty.

Hugh assumed the expression my spaniel puts on when he meets a dog
bigger than himself -- an expression of extreme earnestness of
purpose combined with a desire to look neither to the right nor to
the left, but to get along as fast as he can.

Hugh assumed an immense dignity and looked straight in front of
him, just to show Betty he was thinking and had not heard what she
said, while he turned the Bible round.

"Go on, Hugh," said Betty humbly, feeling it was she who had made
the mistake. How often do men make women feel this!

"Now, Betty," he said, "you must listen properly and not talk,
because it's a proper lesson, just like mother gives us when
visitors aren't here." A pause, then Hugh said in a very solemn
voice, "You know, darling, Jesus would have been born in the
manger, but the dog in the manger wouldn't let him!"

I stole out of the room.

"You don't disturb us, Aunt Woggles," called out Hugh; "you
truthfully don't."

Hugh had evidently told all he knew, for in a few minutes he came