"I think I know," said Jill, nodding wisely.
"I have written to a builder, an old friend of mine, and asked him to come over at once and talk it out with me. Now the money is forthcoming we shall soon have the mission-room."
"What!" cried Jill. "Have you got enough money to build it?"
"Indeed I have. And we'll have it up in no time."
"I wonder how the people will like it," said Miss Falkner meditatively.
Mr. Errington looked quickly at her.
"A month ago I should have had heart-sinkings on that point. But I assure you it is their chief topic at present when I go over to them. I fancy sometimes they expect it to bring to them more temporal than spiritual food; but it is owing to a visit from these small people that their antagonism has vanished."
"But who—how have you got the money, Mr. Errington?" inquired Jack.
"Ask your sister. She may enlighten you."
"It is Mona's tenth!" exclaimed Jill, capering up and down in delight. "How soon will it be built, Mr. Errington, next week?"