"He didn't manage it. He told me about things," said Julia; "and he got flowers for me, and told me about ferns. You never saw such lovely ferns as we found; and you would not know where to look for them, either. I never saw such a nice man as Mr. Rhys in my life."
"There, my dear," said her mother, "do not encourage Julia in talking.
She is always too ready."
"I am going to walk with him again, to get flowers," said the child.
"I shall invite him to the Lodge," said the squire. "He is a very sensible man, and knows what he is about."
"Do you know anything more about him, Mr. Powle?"
"He does more than teach three or four boys," said Miss Broadus. "He serves a little Dissenting Chapel of some sort, over at Lily Vale."
"Why does he not live there then?" said Mrs. Powle. "Lily Vale is two and a half miles off. Not very convenient, I should think."
"I don't know, my dear. Perhaps he finds living cheap at Wiglands, and
I am sure he may. Do you know, I get butter for less than one-half what
I paid when I was in Leicester?"
"It is summer time now, Miss Broadus," said the squire.
"Yes, I know, but still—I am sure Wiglands is the nicest, easiest place for poor people to live, that ever was."