About that other field, you know, grandmother." "Come, that's something like," said old Madam Melcombe.

"Stand up now, and let me hear your Bible-lesson." "But, grandmother," Peter inquired, "I may call this the 'field of the cloth of gold,' mayn't I ?" "O dear me, call it anything you like," she replied; "but don't stand in that way to say your task to me; put your feet together now, and fold your hands, and hold your head up.

To think that you're the child's aunt, Laura, she continued fretfully, and should take no more heed to his manners.

Now you just look straight at me, Peter, and begin." The child sighed: the constraint of his attitude perhaps made him feel melancholy.

He ventured to cast one glance at his fishing-rod, and at the garden, then looking straight at his great-grandmother, he began in a sweet and serious tone of voice to repeat his lesson from the twenty-seventh chapter of St.Matthew's Gospel, the third to the tenth verse.
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