'You are a good girl not to triumph over me,' said Mr. Bell.

'How? What do you mean?' 'I own, I am wrong about schooling. Anything rather than have

that child brought up in such practical paganism.' 'Oh! I remember. Poor little Susan! I must go and see her; would

you mind calling at the school?' 'Not a bit. I am curious to see something of the teaching she is

to receive.' They did not speak much more, but thridded their way through many

a bosky dell, whose soft green influence could not charm away the

shock and the pain in Margaret's heart, caused by the recital of

such cruelty; a recital too, the manner of which betrayed such

utter want of imagination, and therefore of any sympathy with the

suffering animal.

The buzz of voices, like the murmur of a hive of busy human bees,

made itself heard as soon as they emerged from the forest on the

more open village-green on which the school was situated. The

door was wide open, and they entered. A brisk lady in black,

here, there, and everywhere, perceived them, and bade them

welcome with somewhat of the hostess-air which, Margaret

remembered, her mother was wont to assume, only in a more soft

and languid manner, when any rare visitors strayed in to inspect

the school. She knew at once it was the present Vicar's wife, her

mother's successor; and she would have drawn back from the

interview had it been possible; but in an instant she had

conquered this feeling, and modestly advanced, meeting many a

bright glance of recognition, and hearing many a half-suppressed

murmur of 'It's Miss Hale.' The Vicar's lady heard the name, and

her manner at once became more kindly. Margaret wished she could

have helped feeling that it also became more patronising. The

lady held out a hand to Mr. Bell, with-'Your father, I presume, Miss Hale. I see it by the likeness. I

am sure I am very glad to see you, sir, and so will the Vicar

be.' Margaret explained that it was not her father, and stammered out

the fact of his death; wondering all the time how Mr. Hale could

have borne coming to revisit Helstone, if it had been as the

Vicar's lady supposed. She did not hear what Mrs. Hepworth was

saying, and left it to Mr. Bell to reply, looking round,

meanwhile, for her old acquaintances.

'Ah! I see you would like to take a class, Miss Hale. I know it

by myself. First class stand up for a parsing lesson with Miss

Hale.' Poor Margaret, whose visit was sentimental, not in any degree

inspective, felt herself taken in; but as in some way bringing

her in contact with little eager faces, once well-known, and who

had received the solemn rite of baptism from her father, she sate

down, half losing herself in tracing out the changing features of

the girls, and holding Susan's hand for a minute or two,

unobserved by all, while the first class sought for their books,

and the Vicar's lady went as near as a lady could towards holding

Mr. Bell by the button, while she explained the Phonetic system

to him, and gave him a conversation she had had with the

Inspector about it.




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