Miss Mary rang to obtain Susan's assistance, and May asked her to find the Sermon on the Mount. May read out nearly the whole of the first chapter, with a peculiar tone and pronunciation, which she had learned from honest Adam, following the words with her finger. "I rather think, my little maid, that you know the verses by heart," observed Miss Mary. "Oh, yes," answered May, naively, "I could not read them without; but I will try and learn more before I next come." Miss Mary was, however, inclined to advise her not to make the attempt, as she would learn to pronounce the words with the accent which sounded so harsh to her ears. "But, however pronounced, they are God's words," she thought to herself. "I should not prevent her learning even a verse from His book. She will soon gain the right pronunciation from educated people." The time passed as pleasantly with Miss Mary as with May herself. At length Susan appeared to say that a fisher-lad, one of Dame Halliburt's sons, had come to fetch the little girl. "Who is it?" asked Miss Mary. "Oh, it is sure to be brother Jacob, the rest have gone out with father," answered May. Jacob was desired to walk in. He stood in the hall, hat in hand, watching the door of the drawing-room, through which Susan had intimated May would appear. As soon as she saw him she ran forward and took both of his hands, pleasure beaming on her countenance. He stooped down and kissed her. "Are you ready to come with me, Maidy May?" he asked; "you don't want to stop away from us with the ladies here, do you?" "Oh, no, no, Jacob!" answered May, holding him tightly by the hand; "I don't want to leave father or mother or you; I will go back with you as soon as you like." Miss Mary overheard the latter part of the conversation as she followed May out of the drawing-room. "I hear, my good lad, that you have been very kind to the little girl; and pray understand that we do not wish to rob you of her; and if we ask her to come up here, it will only be to help you in teaching her to read, as I understand you have been accustomed to do." "Please, ma'am, I am a very poor scholar," answered Jacob; "but I do my best, and I shall be main glad if you will help me." Hand-in-hand May and Jacob set off to return home. That evening Jacob might have been seen with the Bible before him, and May seated by his side, while he tried to help her to read. As the lamp fell on their countenances, the contrast between the fair, delicate-looking child and the big, strongly-built fisher-boy, with his well-bronzed, broad and honest face, would not have failed to be remarked by a stranger entering the room. Jacob spelt out the words one by one, pronouncing them with his broad accent as he gained their meaning, while May followed him, imitating exactly the intonation of his voice. Sometimes she not only caught him up, but got ahead, reading on several words by herself, greatly to her delight.