Mr. Errington laughed as he went his way.
"Oh, you young people! So hot and impatient, so quick to resolve and carry out. I wish I could instill some of your spirits into the sluggish natures that I have to deal with!"
The children could do little else but talk of Chilton Common all that day.
"And now," said Jack, "if all the money is got for the church, where is our tenth money to go to?"
"I think it will be some time before everything will be bought," said Miss Falkner. "You must remember there will be lots of things wanted inside the mission-room; seats—hassocks, perhaps—lamps, and all kinds of other articles. Mr. Errington will like to get your money for some time to come, I am sure."
"And there are always the heathen to send it to," said Jill. "They never come to an end, do they, Miss Falkner? You send your money to them always, don't you?"
"Yes," Miss Falkner replied. "I feel more drawn towards them. At home here in England there are so many to teach and help the ignorant ones. Out abroad there are millions still out of reach of help and Christianity."
Jill looked grave.
"And how much money does it take exactly to make a heathen a Christian, Miss Falkner?"
Miss Falkner smiled.