"He's got nothin' to gamble with," jeered the brutal Stanley. "His mother takes it all." The girl mounted swiftly on to the platform, saw the writing on the blackboard, and swept it away with a duster. Then she turned to her little congregation, feeling their temper with sure and sensitive spirit. They were out of hand, and it was because she had been late through no fault of her own. The kitchenmaid had fainted, and Boy had, of course, been sent for. There was one hope of steadying them. "We'll start with a hymn," she said, taking her seat at the harmonium. "Get your hymn-books. What hymn shall we have? Alfred, it's your turn, I think." Alfred, after some hesitation, gave _The Day Thou Gavest Lord Is Ended_, amid the jealous murmurs of his friend. "That's a nevenin nymn, fat-'ead," cried Jerry in a loud whisper. "I don't care if it is," answered Alf stoutly. "It's nice." "'E likes it because it makes him cry," jeered Stanley. The girl started to play, her back to the congregation. They sang two verses with round mouths, Jerry and Stanley shouting against each other aggressively and wagging their heads. The third verse went less well. There were interruptions. The voices grew ragged. Jerry spoke; somebody whistled; and the singing ran away into giggles. Boy swung round. The cause of the merriment was sufficiently obvious. A lop-eared Belgian rabbit was hopping across the floor, entirely self-complacent and smug. As the sound of singing, which had covered him like a garment, died away in smothered titters, he sat up on his hind-legs and stared about him. The girl descended from the platform, caught the rabbit by the ears and suspended him. Tame as a cow, he made no resistance. "Who's is this hare?" she asked. "Mrs. Woodburn's, Miss," answered Jerry brightly. "That's Abe Lincoln. Queen Victoria's his wife. They lives together in a nutch." "How did he come in?" "Through the window," said the muffled voice of Albert from the back. "Flow'd." The rabbit, which had been hanging placidly suspended, was now seized with spasms and began to twitch and contort violently. The reason was not far to seek. A red-eyed ferret, tied by a string to the foot of a chair, was making strenuous efforts to get at him. "Who's is that ferret?" asked Boy. "That genelman's," replied the voice from the back. The girl looked up and saw Silver standing in the door. Coldly she dismissed the class. "That'll do," she said. "You can all go now." The lads shuffled away, rejoicing. "There'll be no sing-song this evening," continued their cruel mistress. "Jerry, put that rabbit back in the hutch you took it from. Stanley, I don't want to see that ferret of yours at Bible Class again." The lads trooped out, injured and innocent. Albert was left in his shirt-sleeves and without a collar. "What is it?" asked the girl. "Can I 'ave me things, Miss?" His face was stiff and impenetrable. She handed him the long drab coat on the platform.