She looked up then, and wiped the tears from her face with the corner of her fine apron.
'I had a sister once, just like little Nan,' she said, with a sob, 'and she minded me of her.

Miss Anne told me she was singing somewhere among the angels, and I thought she'd look like little Nan.

But I'm afraid I shall never go where she is; I'm so bad.' 'We'll teach thee how to be good,' answered Martha.

'Thee come to me, Bess, and I'll teach thee the hymns, and the singing, and how to make pikelets, and keep the house clean on a week-day.

I'm going to love my enemies, and do good to them that hate me; so don't thee be shy-like.
We'll be friends like Stephen and Tim; and weren't they enemies afore Stephen learned to read ?' That night, as Stephen lay down to sleep, he said to himself, 'I'm glad Black Bess came to eat pikelets with Martha.