I'm not such a scholar as thee; but I've heard thy chapter read till it's in my head, as well as if I could read it off book myself.
So I'm thinking I ought to love my enemies as well as thee; and I've asked Black Bess to come and have a cup of tea with us to-morrow.' 'Black Bess!' exclaimed Stephen, with a feeling of some displeasure.
'Ah,' said Martha, 'she's always calling me--a shame to be heard.

But I've quite forgiven her; and to-morrow I'll let her see I can make pikelets as well as her mother; and we'll have out the three china cups; only grandfather and little Nan must have common ones.

I thought I'd better tell thee; and then thee'lt make haste home from church in the afternoon.' 'Black Bess isn't a good friend for thee,' answered Stephen, who was better acquainted with the pit-girl's character than was Martha, and felt troubled at the idea of any companionship between them.
'But we are to love our enemies,' persisted Martha, 'and do good to them that hate us.

At any rate I asked her, and she said she'd come.' 'I don't think it means we are to ask our enemies to tea,' said Stephen, in perplexity.

'If she was badly off, like, and in want of a meal's meat, it 'ud be another thing; I'd do it gladly.