And then came the story of the fight and the torn jacket. It was so nice to be able to tell her everything, and to know she was not hurt at all. "What, my Jack been in a battle!" trying hard to laugh. "Yes; but Nanna has mended my jacket, you'd never know it was torn, and I'm never going to fight again. Nanna says heroes walk away, and that must be so, 'cause it's harder." "Nanna's right, you dear little champion!" "When I am a man, nobody will dare to say you're not good." "Yes, they will, dear. You know Jesus told us to beware if everybody spoke well of us. That would show we were not quite brave enough." But the child spoke truer than she knew. The next morning Phebe sent Frank Bell a box of chocolate, which Jack willingly delivered. To say that Frank was mystified is putting it very mildly. "For me?" he exclaimed. "Yes, mother sent it you." "Does she know what I said about her?" "Yes, but I didn't tell her. I had to tell Nanna because of my jacket." Frank thought Nanna was the servant. He wanted very much to "round on" Jack for telling, but did not know how fairly to do it. "She knew what I said about her, and yet sent me this chocolate!" "Yes, you see she's a real Christian--Nanna says she's one of the right sort." "Well, she must be; my father's a Christian, but I don't speck he'd send anybody chocolates that snubbed _him_," and the very idea made the boy laugh. "You'll never say she's wicked again, will you?" pleaded Jack wistfully. "That I won't, I'll say she's a stunner, and she is, too!" And from that moment Phebe Waring had no more brave defender than chubby-faced Frank Bell. That same morning Phebe got a few minutes' talk with Nanna: "Jack told me last night you knew all about his little battle and what occasioned it." "Yes, he did," said Nanna, turning round to look at her carefully. She was not quite sure how much Phebe knew, nor how she would take it. The look satisfied her. "I only want to say," said Phebe, "that you need not worry about it for my sake. I have been so happy lately that I can afford to have a little drawback like that. Perhaps God saw I needed something to keep me humble." But she could not have spoken in that brave tone twelve hours before. She knew that, and Nanna guessed it too. "Ah!" said Nanna, "it wouldn't do for us any more than for the trees to have all sunshine and never have a storm." Yes, Phebe had been very blessed lately, and she not only knew it, but had drunk in all the joy of it. The railway-works had long since been completed, and the hall had been taken down and stored. Most of the men had been scattered all over the country, many of them taking with them the precious secret learnt from a woman's lips, but some still remained in Hadley and the neighbourhood, and these had persuaded Phebe to continue the meetings in the public hall. She had done so, and very happy gatherings they had proved to be.