126 PEEP AT OUR NEIGHBORS.

I remember a debate I had with her
one day about this matter of truth-tell-
ing. She took strong ground against all
those deviations from the bounds of truth,
so commonly regarded as exceedingly
slight and frivolous, which sometimes g0
by the name of white lies. 1 stood up
for the white lies. I did not often ven-
ture to differ with Amanda, much less to
dispute with her. She was my oracle ;
and in most cases I yielded to her opin-
‘on at once. I pinned my faith on her
sleeves, almost as tightly as Uncle
Miah did his on the sleeves of Par-
son Daley. I must tell you an anec-
dote—if you will let me g0 out of my