making a
noise.

"Did you want me, Madam Rachel?" said he, holding his hat in his hand.

Caleb's grandmother was generally called Madam Rachel.

"Yes," said she. "Cherry has got up on the rocks. Caleb spied her there;
he will shew you where, and I should like to have you go and drive her
down."

Caleb wanted to go too; but his grandmother said it would not do very
well, for he could not keep up with Raymond; and besides, she said that
she wanted him. So Caleb went out with Raymond under the great elm
before the house, and pointed out the place among the rocks, where he
had seen Cherry. She was not there then, at least she was not in sight;
but Raymond knew that she could not have gone far from the place, so he
walked down over the bridge, and soon disappeared.

While Caleb stood watching Raymond, as he walked off with long strides
towards the mountain, his grandmother came to the door and said,

"Come, Caleb."

Caleb turned and ran to his grandmother. She had in her hand a little
red morocco book, and taking Caleb's hand, she went slowly up stairs, he
frisking and capering around her all the way. There was a bed in the
room, with a white covering, and by the window an easy chair, with a
high back, and round well-stuffed arms. Madam Rachel went to the easy
chair and sat down and took Caleb in her lap. Caleb looked out upon the
long drooping branches of the elm which hung near the window.

Caleb's countenance was pale; and he was slender in form, and delicate
in appearance. He had been sick, and even now, he was not quite well.
His little taper fingers rested upon the window-sill, while his
grandmother opened her little Bible and began to read. Caleb sat still
in her lap, with a serious and attentive expression of countenance.

"Two men went up into the temple to pray; the one a pharisee, the other
a publican."

"What is a pharisee and a publican?" asked Caleb.

"You will hear presently. 'And the pharisee stood and prayed thus with
himself: God, I thank thee that I am not as other men are, extortioners,
unjust, adulterers."

"What are all those?" asked Caleb.

"O, different kinds of crimes and sins. The pharisee thanked God that
he had not committed any of them."

"Was he a good man, grandmother?"

"Very likely he had not committed any of these great crimes."

"Very well, grandmother, go on."

"'Or even as this publican.' A publican, you must know, was a
tax-gatherer. He used to collect the taxes fro