"
"That's exactly what I think, and if she was she wouldn't mention it,
of course. I think she's getting the house in some sort of a business
way. Andrew Bolton may have died in prison by this time, and she may
be an heir. I think she is going to be married and have the house
fixed up to live in."
"That sounds very probable."
"Yes, it does; but what gets me is her buying that fair. I own I felt
a little scared, and wondered if she had all her buttons, but when
she told me about the house I knew of course she could use the things
for furnishing, all except the cake and candy, and I suppose if she's
got a lot of money she thought she'd like to buy to help. I feel glad
she's coming. She may be a real help in the church. Now don't color
up. Ministers have to take help. It's part of their discipline."
Sometimes Mrs. Solomon Black said a wise and consoling thing. Elliot,
moving his effects to the old parsonage, considered that she had done
so then. "She is right. I have no business to be proud in the
profession calling for the lowly-hearted of the whole world," he told
himself.
After he had his books arranged he sat down in an armchair beside a
front window, and felt rather happy and at home. He reproached
himself for his content when he read the morning paper, and
considered the horrors going on in Europe. Why should he, an
able-bodied man, sit securely in a room and gaze out at a peaceful
village street? he asked himself as he had scores of times before.
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