'You could learn nothing from her that was not sweet and good,' I said.
These last words were spoken on the threshold of our home.
[CHAPTER XXXII.]
JESSIE MAKES AN EXPLANATION.
Jessie walked straight into the parlour, where both uncle Bryan and my mother were sitting.
'You are anxious to know,' she said, addressing my mother, 'where I go to of a morning.'
'Yes, my dear,' answered my mother.
I saw that uncle Bryan was listening, and I saw also by the expression in his face that the matter was new to him; my mother had not complained to him of Jessie.
'Chris has been speaking to me about it,' said Jessie, 'and I thought it best to tell you myself. I go to Mr. Rackstraw's.'
'Who is he, my dear?' asked my mother.