t any rate."

"And Eleanor Powle can find nothing more suitable to do, than to go and
teach such a set! Why you ought to have a policeman there to take care
of you."

"We have several."

"Policemen!"

"Yes, ma'am."

"And it is not safe without them!"

"It is safe with them, mamma."

"Mr. Carlisle, what do you think of such doings?" said Mrs. Powle,
appealing in despair.

"They move my curiosity," he said quietly. "I hope Eleanor will go on
to gratify it."

"And can you really find nothing better than that to do, of a Sunday?"
her mother went on.

"No, mamma, I do not think I can."

"What do they learn?" Mr. Carlisle inquired.

"A little reading, some of them; but the main thing to teach them is
the truths of the Bible. They never heard them before, anywhere,--nor
can hear them anywhere else."

"Do you think they will hear them there?"

"I am sure they do."

"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?"

"Carter's Field-Lane; but it is only called Field-Lane. Did you never
hear of it? It was in a wretched place in Saffron Hill at first--now it
is removed to an excellent room in a better street."

"Where?"

"You know where Clerkenwell is?"

This name gave no intelligence whatever to Mrs. Powle, but Mr. Carlisle
looked enlightened. His face changed and grew dark with something very
like horror and alarm.

"Do you know that is one of the worst parts of London?" he said.

"Pretty bad," said Eleanor, "and the school used to be. It is
wonderfully improved now."

"There, you see, Eleanor, Mr. Carlisle thinks it is a very improper
place for you to be; and I hope you will go there no more. I do not
mean you shall."

Eleanor was silent, looking a little anxious, though not