and the poor woman saw it, and began to make a kind of apology.
"Oh! it is quite right," said Margaret. "I am very glad to hear it. I might have thought of it. Only she used to stop at home with you."
"Yes, she did; and I miss her sadly. I used to teach her what little I knew at nights. It were not much to be sure. But she were getting such a handy girl, that I miss her sore. But she's a deal above me in learning now." And the mother sighed.
"I'm all wrong," growled Mr. Bell. "Don't mind what I say. I'm a hundred years behind the world. But I should say, that the child was getting a better and simpler, and more natural education stopping at home, and helping her mother, and learning to read a chapter in the New Testament every night by her side, than from all the schooling under the sun."
Margaret did not want to encourage him to go on by replying to him, and so prolonging the discussion before the mother. So she turned to her and asked,
"How is old Betty Barnes?"
"I don't know," said the woman rather shortly. " We'se not friends."
"Why not?" asked Margaret, who had formerly been the peace-maker of the village.
"She stole my cat."
"Did she know it was yours?"
"I don't know. I reckon not."
"Well! could not you get it back again when you told her it was yours?"
"No! for she'd burnt it."
