"Is it like the heathens to have a heap of stones, I wonder?" said Jill, sitting down on the grass and looking at the pile very affectionately.
"It's all rubbish!" said Jack. "Jacob wouldn't have done a wicked thing, when he was making a vow to God."
"Arth Miss Falkner," was Bumps' suggestion. But Jill would not agree to this.
"It's a secret," she said; "we mustn't tell everybody. I think I'm rather sorry I brought Mr. Stone here. Sam didn't think it wicked."
"Isn't Sam going to join?"
"He won't just yet. He says he wants to think it over."
Then she jumped up. "Come along, let us have a game of hide-and-seek."
Away they scampered, making the garden ring with their shouts, and "Bethel" was forgotten for the time.