You
don't really care a rap more for the heathen than I do."
"Oh, we do," protested Cecily. "We do think of all the poor
little children in Korea, and we like to think we are helping
them, if it's ever so little. We ARE in earnest, Mr. Campbell--
indeed we are."
"Don't believe it--don't believe a word of it," said Mr. Campbell
impolitely. "You'll do things that are nice and interesting.
You'll get up concerts, and chase people about for autographs and
give money your parents give you and that doesn't cost you either
time or labour. But you wouldn't do anything you disliked for the
heathen children--you wouldn't make any real sacrifice for them--
catch you!"
"Indeed we would," cried Cecily, forgetting her timidity in her
zeal. "I just wish I had a chance to prove it to you."
"You do, eh? Come, now, I'll take you at your word. I'll test
you. Tomorrow is Communion Sunday and the church will be full of
folks and they'll all have their best clothes on. If you go to
church tomorrow in the very costume you have on at present,
without telling anyone why you do so, until it is all over, I'll
give you--why, I vow I'll give you five dollars for that quilt of
yours."
Poor Cecily! To go to church in a faded print dress, with a shabby
little old sun-hat and worn shoes! It was very cruel of Mr.
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