for the Bishop from the first.

"'As you like,' said he.' I told him, that first night, that I'd see
him through; and I will.'

"He eyed the Bible dubiously. 'It's pretty small print,' he added.
'I suppose it's all good, now?'

"'If you mean that you're going to open the book and read away from
the first full-stop you happen to light on--'

"'That's what I'd planned. You don't suppose, do you, I've had time
since Tuesday to read all this through and skim off the cream?'

"'Then you'd better let me pick out a chapter for you.'

"As I took the Bible something fluttered from it to the ground.
Captain Bill stooped and picked it up.

"'That's pretty, too,' he said, handing it to me.

"It was a little bookmarker, worked in silk, with one pink rose, the
initials M. P. (for Mercy Penno, no doubt), and under these the
favourite lines that small West-country children in England embroider
on their samplers:"

'Rose leaves smell
When roses thrive:
Here's my work
When I'm alive.