"They lived such holy,
devoted lives, were so kind, so good, so self-denying."
Violet listened attentively, making no remark, but Isadore read
disapproval more than once in her speaking countenance.
"I wish your mamma would send you and Elsie there to finish," remarked
Isa, breaking the pause which followed the conclusion of her narrative.
"Should you not like to go?"
"No, oh no, no!"
"Why not?"
"Isa, I could never, _never_ do some of those things you say they
require--bow to images or pictures, or kneel before them, or join in
prayers or hymns to the Virgin."
"I don't know how you could be so wicked as to refuse. She is the queen
of Heaven and mother of God."
"Isa!" and Violet looked inexpressibly shocked.
"You can't deny it. Wasn't Jesus God?"
"Yes; he is God. 'In the beginning was the Word, and the Word was with
God, and the Word was God.' 'And the Word was made flesh, and dwelt among
us.'"
"Ah! and was not the Virgin Mary his mother?'"
Vi looked perplexed for a moment, then brightening, "Ah, I know now,'" she
said, "Jesus was God and man both.'"
"Well?"
"And--mamma told me--Mary was the mother of his human nature only, and it
is blasphemous to call her the mother of God; and to do her homage is
idolatry.
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