"Poor old man! I wish we could pay him
more; but Pine Camp's not rich."
"You all seem to have enough and to spare, Auntie," said Nan, who
was an observant girl for her age. "Nobody here is really poor."
"Not unless he's right down lazy," said her aunt, vigorously.
"Then I should think they'd build a proper church and give a
minister some more money, so that he could afford to have a
Sunday School as well."
"Lawsy me, Nan!" exclaimed her aunt. "The men here in Pine Camp
haven't been woke up to such things. They hate to spend that
fifty dollars for Elder Posey, they'd get a cheaper man if there
were such. There's never been much out of the common happen here
at Pine Camp. It takes trouble and destruction to wake folks up
to their Christian duty in these woods. Now, at Pale Lick
they've got a church-----"
She stopped suddenly, and her face paled, while the ugly scar on
her neck seemed to glow; but that may have been only in contrast.
Aunt Kate turned away her head, and finally arose and went into
her own room and closed the door. Nan dared not continue the
subject when the good woman came out again, and the talk of a
Sunday School for Pine Camp, for the time being, was ended.
There were hours when the girl from Tillbury was very lonely
indeed.
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