"Yes, mother sent it you."
"Does she know what I said about her?"
"Yes, but I didn't tell her. I had to tell Nanna because of my jacket."
Frank thought Nanna was the servant. He wanted very much to "round on" Jack for telling, but did not know how fairly to do it.
"She knew what I said about her, and yet sent me this chocolate!"
"Yes, you see she's a real Christian—Nanna says she's one of the right sort."
"Well, she must be; my father's a Christian, but I don't speck he'd send anybody chocolates that snubbed him," and the very idea made the boy laugh.
"You'll never say she's wicked again, will you?" pleaded Jack wistfully.
"That I won't, I'll say she's a stunner, and she is, too!" And from that moment Phebe Waring had no more brave defender than chubby-faced Frank Bell.
That same morning Phebe got a few minutes' talk with Nanna: "Jack told me last night you knew all about his little battle and what occasioned it."