This was permitted, and Tony, decorated with William's chain, sat gloomily scowling at the gyrations of "the daughter," who, assisted by William, danced all over the nursery: and Meg, watching the representation, decided that if the original "daughter" was half as bewitching as this one, there really might have been some faint excuse for Herod. Hannah had no idea of these goings-on, or she would have expected the roof to fall in and crush them. Yet she, too, was included among the children's prophets, owing to her exact and thorough knowledge of "Clipture." Hannah's favourite part of the Bible was the Book of Daniel, which she knew practically by heart; and her rendering of certain chapters was--though she would have hotly resented the phrase--extremely dramatic. It is so safe and satisfying to know that your favourite story will run smoothly, clause for clause, and word for word, just as you like it best, and the children were always sure of this with Hannah. Anne Chitt would listen open-mouthed in astonishment, exclaiming afterwards, "Why, 'Annah, wot a tremenjous lot of Bible verses you 'ave learned to be sure." The children once tried Anne Chitt as a storyteller, but she was a failure. As she had been present at several of Hannah's recitals of the Three Children and the burning fiery furnace, they thought it but a modest demand upon her powers. But when--instead of beginning with the sonorous "_Then an herald cried aloud, To you it is commanded, O people, nations and languages_"--when she wholly omitted any reference to "_the sound of cornet, flute, harp, sackbut, psaltery, and dulcimer_, and all kinds of musick"--and essayed to tell the story in broad Gloucestershire and her own bald words, the disappointed children fell upon her and thumped her rudely upon the back; declaring her story to be "_kutcha_" and she, herself, a _budmash_. Which, being interpreted, meant that her story was most badly made and that she, herself, was a rascal. Anne Chitt was much offended, and complained tearfully to Jan that she "wouldn't 'ave said nothin' if they'd called 'er or'nery names, but them there Injian words was more than she could abear." CHAPTER XX "ONE WAY OF LOVE" Among the neighbours there was none more assiduous in the matter of calls and other friendly manifestations than Mr. Huntly Withells--emphasis on the "ells"--who lived at Guiting Grange, about a couple of miles from Wren's End. Mr. Withells was settled at the Grange some years before Miss Janet Ross left her house to Jan, and he was already a person of importance and influence in that part of the county when Anthony Ross and his daughters first spent a whole summer there.