"Go in and get your tea, it's set out.
It's night-school night, thou knows, and Master Arthur always likes his class to time." He lingered, and she continued--"John Gardener was down this afternoon about some potatoes, and he says Master Arthur is expecting a friend." Bill did not heed this piece of news, any more than the slight flush on his sister's face as she delivered it; he was wondering whether what Bully Tom said was mere invention to frighten him, or whether there was any truth in it.
"Bessy!" he said, "was there a man ever murdered in Yew-lane ?" Bessy was occupied with her own thoughts, and did not notice the anxiety of the question.
"I believe there was," she answered carelessly, "somewhere about there.

It's a hundred years ago or more.

There's an old gravestone over him in the churchyard by the wall, with an odd verse on it.

They say the parish clerk wrote it.

But get your tea, or you'll be late, and father'll be angry;" and Bessy took up her tub and departed.
Poor Bill! Then it was too true.