"And next?"
She raised her modest dark eyes to the Vicar, and answered, smiling, "Mine is only a school for beginners. I lay the foundations. I do not profess to finish."
"You teach no more than these?"
"I lay the foundations on which all the rest can be raised," she answered.
"And you are happy?"
She smiled; it was as though the sun shone out of her face.
"Happy! Oh, so happy! I could not be happier." Then, after a pause, "Except when I and my own little one are together again, and that would be too much happiness for my heart now. But it will be able to bear the joy—then."
THE END.
[1] Not really in Hants, but in Surrey, adjoining the County demarcation.
[2]This is the beginning of a long ballad based on the incidents above mentioned, which is still current in the neighborhood.