"I own I am wrong about schooling. Anything rather than have that child brought up in such practical paganism."
"Oh! I remember. Poor little Susan! I must go and see her; would you mind calling at the school?"
"Not a bit. I am curious to see something of the teaching she is to receive."
They did not speak much more, but thridded their way through many a bosky dell, whose soft green influence could not charm away the shock and the pain in Margaret's heart, caused by the recital of such cruelty; a recital too, the manner of which betrayed such utter want of imagination, and therefore of any sympathy with the suffering animal.

'I am wrong about schooling. Anything rather than have that child brought up in such practical paganism.'
'Oh! Poor little Susan! I must go and see her; would you mind calling at the school?'
'Not a bit.'
They did not speak much more, but threaded their way through many a green dell, whose soft influence could not charm away the shock in Margaret's heart.
