Instantly, out came a little red tongue at him, and at this daring piece of audacity he gasped out loud, ‘I hate you!’ Then, as all eyes in the surrounding pews were turned upon him, and his mother’s shocked gaze met his, Teddy crimsoned to the roots of his hair, and taking up a large Prayer-book, he used it as a shield from his small antagonist during the remainder of the service.  As the congregation were leaving the church later on, the rector made his way to young Mrs. Platt, who was lingering talking to a neighbour.  He was a grey-haired, gentle-faced man, with a slow dreamy manner in speaking.

’Mrs. John, what has happened to make your little boy so forget himself this morning?’

’Indeed, sir, I cannot say.  I really thought he was going to be good to-day.’

’I think he had better come to tea with me this afternoon, and we will have a little talk together.’

Teddy looked up with awe in his blue eyes.  He well knew that this was the rector’s usual practice when any delinquent was brought before his notice, but it had never yet fallen to his lot to receive the invitation.  Mr. Upton had his own way of doing things, so people said, and he had greater faith in reasoning with any culprits than scolding them, whether they were grown men, or women, or children.

Teddy’s restless ways in church had been a trial to him for a long time, and he felt that this morning’s action must receive a check.  ’Thank you, sir,’ responded Mrs. John; ’he shall come to you after school is over this afternoon.’

And Teddy, completely sobered, walked home beside his mother without uttering a word.

At half-past four he stood on the rectory doorsteps looking into the cool broad hall in front of him, which led out of a glass door at the opposite end into a brilliant flower garden.  Spotless white druggeting covered the floor and stairs, and everything indoors denoted a careful housekeeper.  Mr. Upton was a widower, and was to a great extent ruled by two or three old and faithful servants.

As the boy stood there the rector appeared, and led him into his study.

’We shall have half an hour before tea, to have a little conversation, my boy.  Sit down, and tell me what you have been learning at Sunday-school this afternoon.’

’Teacher was telling us about the children of Israel in Egypt.  I’m afraid I don’t remember very much what he said, for I was busy thinking about coming to see you.’

Mr. Upton smiled, and drew the child on to talk; then, after he was thoroughly at ease, he put a large Bible in front of him.

’I want you to read me a verse in the First Epistle of St. John, and the third chapter.  It is the fifteenth verse; can you find it?’

‘Yes, sir,’ and with an eager importance Teddy turned over the leaves.

‘Whosoever hateth his brother is a murderer,’ he read solemnly.

’That will do.  Now think it over for five minutes in silence, and then tell me what your thoughts are about it.’