“What we do is to pay the teacher's salary, and that's only about twenty or twenty-five dollars a year,” Edith replied. “You see it's this kind of a school: the missionary ladies rent a little room for a school and hire a native teacher, somebody perhaps who attends one of the mission churches.”
“But how can any one afford to teach for so little money?”
“Oh, that's a good deal for them, for the natives of those countries can live on very little, Miss Agnes says. So the missionaries sometimes have a good many of these schools in different parts of the city, and they visit each one every two or three days to see how the children are getting on and to give them religious instruction. Miss Agnes says in that way the missionaries can do something for a great many children, and the more money we bands send to pay teachers the more of these little schools there may be.”
Marty could hardly wait for Saturday to come. She asked her mother to select a verse for her to say at the meeting.
“For Edith says they all repeat verses when their names are called.”
Her mother chose this one for her: “The silver is mine, and the gold is mine, saith the Lord of hosts.”