"I think we'll let Mr. Errington choose the place," he said. "I'm sure it's time to go back."
"Well," said Jill, turning to the blacksmith, who had left his forge and had come out to know what the cheers were about, "I've told you what is going to happen, and if you like to give a tenth of your money and give it to God, I will take it and put it in my red bag and give it to Mr. Errington."
The blacksmith put his hand in his pocket and brought out sixpence.
"There be my mite towards it," he said. "I always did say a parson up here would be the thing!"
Jill thanked him profusely, dropped the sixpence in her bag, and the children rode away, followed for a short distance by a screaming crowd of small boys and girls.
