"You are a bold creature," said her mother, "and always were; but that is no reason why you should be allowed to go your own crazy ways. I will have no more of this, Eleanor."
"Mamma, I am perfectly safe. I have nothing at all to fear. I would not fail of going for anything in the world." She spoke with an earnest and shadowed face now. She felt it.
"Who goes with you? or do you go alone?"
"No, ma'am—Thomas is with me always."
"How came you to get into such a strange place?"
"I heard of it—and there is sure to be more to do in such a work than there are hands for. I know one or two of the gentlemen that teach there also."
"Methodists, I suppose?" said Mrs. Powle sneeringly.
"One of them is, mamma; the other is a Churchman."
"And do you teach there?"
"Yes, ma'am—a large class of boys." Eleanor's smile came again—and went.