“Very well,” said Jean.
“Did she send me any message, Jeanie, dear?”
The tears came in Jean’s eyes.
“No, ma’am, none.”
Mrs. Sandy sighed, and smiled.
“Ah, well, in His good time,” she said. “We must bide it. Good-bye, dear.”
And all the way home Polly pondered.
CHAPTER XX
THE BISHOP’S VISIT
“They’re going to open up the old Beaver Creek schoolhouse Sunday for services,” said Don, that night at supper. “Jimmie Peters went over, and cleaned it up, and the Bishop will be here Sunday sure.”