Alexina was sent into the sunshine.
“Keep her outdoors,” Charlotte commanded Willy; “the child’s morbid.”
Mr. Jonas drove out with trophies of game as offerings to Mrs. Garnier. One morning Mr. Henderson came with him in the buckboard, and Molly and the two men sat in the sunshine on the porch and talked.
“Did he die?” she asked the minister presently.
“Who?”
“The man at the house where you stopped that day?” She asked it as one driven to know, even while apprehensive of the answer.
Exultation leaped for an instant to the young man’s face, a stern joy. “He died,” he told her, “but in the faith at the end.”
“In what faith?” Molly asked curiously. She was a child in so many things.
“The Church,” he told her, with reproof in his tone.
The click of Mr. Jonas’s incisors upon incisors chopped the air.