"And remember?"
The tears filled Eleanor's eyes, as she answered, "I am sure some of them will."
"And suppose you lose your life in this Ragged teaching?" said Mrs. Powle. "You might catch your death of some horrid disease, Eleanor. Do you think that right?"
"Mamma, there was One who did lay down his life for you and for me. I am not going to offer mine needlessly. But I do not think it is in any danger here. Many go besides me."
"She is a confirmed Methodist!" said Mrs. Powle, turning to Mr.
Carlisle. He smiled.
"Where does your school meet, Eleanor?"
"I am afraid of terrifying mamma, if I tell you."
"We will take care of her in case she faints. I am in no danger."
"It is the Field-Lane school, Mr. Carlisle."
"The Field-Lane? Won't you enlighten me?"