“A missionary in disguise!” they exclaimed; “a saint in the form of a governess; come to convert us all, and the first thing is an importation of Bibles!” and many were the sneering and sarcastic remarks and allusions which came to the ears of Agnes, but she kept on her way quiet and undisturbed. Agnes was perfectly astonished to find how utterly unacquainted these children were with the contents of the Bible. It was all new to them; and after she had read to them every morning, she would gather them around her, and tell them in simple language the sweet stories from the Bible, while they listened, the younger ones with their bright, wide-open eyes fixed upon her face, as if they could not lose a word; and even poor Tiney loved to lay her head in Agnes’ lap, and hear of Him who ever sympathised with the sick and suffering. It was very strange, and very interesting to Agnes, to hear the remarks these children made, and the many questions they would ask on subjects so new to them; and as they had not yet learned to look at the character of God, as revealed in his Son, with the reverence which better instructed children feel, they often spoke of Him as they would of any good man of whom they might hear, and in a way which would seem too irreverential, were I to tell you all they said. Once when Agnes had been telling them of some of the miracles of our Saviour, in curing the sick, and giving sight to the blind, and hearing to the deaf, Rosa with her bright black eyes fixed intently on her face, said with the utmost earnestness: “Why, He was real _good_, wasn’t He?” “Yes,” said Agnes, “always good and kind, and always ready to help the sick and suffering.” “He could cure _anybody_, couldn’t He?” continued Rosa. “Yes; He was _all-powerful_,” answered Agnes. “Could He cure Tiney?” asked Jessie. “Yes; if Tiney had lived when Christ was on earth, or if He was here now, He could say the word, and make her well.” And then they asked, “Where is He now?” and “How can we talk to Him now?” and “Why will He not cure Tiney now?” And Agnes tried, in the most simple manner, to teach them the nature of the prayer of faith. Once, when she was talking to them of our Saviour’s meekness under injuries, and telling them of His bitter sufferings, and the kindness of His feelings towards His persecutors, the large tears rolled down their cheeks, and Rosa made a practical application of the lesson at once, by saying: “The next time Tiney pinches me, cousin Agnes, I don’t mean to slap her back again.” “Nor I either,” said Jessie. And Tiney whispered, “I will _try_ and not hurt them next time.” Frank, who had been choking down something in his throat, as he sat in his chair, said, in an unsteady voice: “_Is it all _true_?” “Every word of it, Franky,” said Agnes. “I’ve got something in my eye,” said Frank, rubbing both eyes very hard with the back of his hands; and then throwing himself on the settee, he cried bitterly for a long time.