“I go because I think it right to do so, and because I think that it will help me on my way.”
“And what will you do when you get there?” laughed Ben.
“I shall listen, learn, and pray.”
Ann, who, by dint of searching in a most disorderly box, filled with a variety of odds and ends, had drawn forth first thread and then needle, stretched out her hand towards Mark. “Give me your jacket, I will mend it,” said she.
“Oh, thank you, how kind!” he cried, pulling it off, pleased with an offer as unexpected as it was unusual.
“I think,” said Madge, “that the shirt wants mending worse than the jacket; under that hole on the shoulder I can see the red mark quite plainly.”
“Be silent, and don’t talk nonsense!” cried Ann, impatiently.
The children glanced at each other, and were silent.
“Are you going to the near church by the wood?” said Ann.
“No,” replied Mark; “I have two reasons for going to Marshdale, though it is six or seven miles off. I would rather not go where—where I am known; and judging from the direction in which his carriage was driven, I think that I should have a better chance at Marshdale of hearing Mr. Ewart.”