"Mebbe not; but what I've got I've worked for."
"For my part, although I am not near as rich as you are, I'd give
twenty dollars toward sending the minister abroad," said kindly Miss
Spring.
"I wouldn't give a cent," said Mr. Tudor, with emphasis.
"Nor I," said Deacon Gridley. "I don't believe in humorin' the
clergy."
Saturday came, and the minister was worse. It seemed doubtful if he
would be able to officiate the next day. No wonder he became
dispirited.
Just before supper the stage drove up to the door, and Grant jumped
out.
"I am afraid he has been discharged," said Mr. Thornton, nervously.
"He does not look like it," said Mrs. Thornton, noticing Grant's
beaming countenance.
"What is the matter with father?" asked Grant, stopping short as he
entered.
"He is not feeling very well, Grant. He has got run down."
"What does the doctor say?"
"He says your father ought to take a three-months trip to Europe."
"Which, of course, is impossible," said Mr. Thornton, smiling
faintly.
"Not if your brother would open his heart, and lend you the money."
"He would not do it."
"And we won't ask him," said Grant, quickly, "but you shall go, all
the same, father.
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