'It's tea-time; nurse will be looking for me.'
The lady stooped and kissed her. 'I must go too,' she said; 'will you come and see me to-morrow afternoon? I shall be here at the same time, and then we can have a little talk.'
'What is your name?' asked Betty.
'Nesta,' the young lady answered, a little briefly.
'And do you teach children?' was the next question, breathlessly put.
'Sometimes; on Sundays I do.'
Betty's face lighted up, but she said no more, and trotted out of the church and along the road as hard as ever she could.