“He said he didn’t approve of education.”
“Oh, that’s no matter at all! I declare I think I see how you might do it, and we’ll make the parson hunt up a class for you himself! What! you don’t believe me? You will see. Could you go down to the vicarage on Sunday mornings?”
“Oh, yes! but Uncle James—”
“Oh, I’ll make him come round. They might send over some benches from Oakby, and the children would do very well in the vicarage hall.”
“But, Cheriton,” exclaimed the astonished Virginia, “you can’t know what my uncle said about it!”
“He said, ‘Eh, they’re a bad lot. No use meddling with them,’ didn’t he?” said Cheriton, in the very tone of the old parson.
“Something like it.”
“Never mind. He would like to see them a better lot in his heart, as well as you or I would.”
“Ruth says he is really very kind,” said Virginia; “and I think he means to be.”
“Ah, yes, your cousin knows all our odd ways, you know. She is with you?”