There's the Pharisees, Tim, and Raca; I don't know who they are.' The conversation was stopped by Martha suddenly starting bolt upright, and dropping two or three hurried curtseys.

The boys looked up from their book quickly, and saw a young lady passing through the wicket and coming up the garden walk, with a smile upon her pleasant face as she met their gaze.
'My boys,' she said, in a soft, kindly voice, 'I've been sitting on the bank yonder, behind your cottage; and I heard one of you reading a chapter in the Bible.

Which of you was it ?' 'It was him,' cried Tim and Martha together, pointing at Stephen.
'And you said you had no one to teach you,' continued the lady.

'Now would you learn well, if I promised to teach you ?' Stephen looked up speechlessly into the smiling face before him.

He had never read of the angels, and scarcely knew that there were such beings; but he felt as if this fair and sweet-looking lady, with her gentle voice, and the kindly eyes meeting his own, was altogether of a different order to themselves.
'I am Mr.Wyley's niece,' she added, 'and I am come to live at Botfield for a while.