Jack hovered around helplessly.
He wanted to do something toward aiding Aunt Nancy, but camp life was so new to him he could do nothing more than watch her bird-like movements.
After pinning a towel around Louis's neck to avoid the possibility of soiling his white frock, the little woman gave him a small slice of bread and butter, offering some to Jack, but the latter was not hungry.
"If you don't care, I'd rather go down to the beach a little while."
"You shall do that later, Jack dear, but the morning services will commence very soon, and I want you with me then."
"Will it be a reg'lar meetin' where people preach an' pray like they do in a church?"
"Certainly, my child; and this is a church, for don't you remember it is said 'the groves were God's first temples'?"
Jack didn't remember anything of the kind, for his education had been so sadly neglected he could not read any but the smallest words, therefore made no answer, and as soon as Louis had satisfied his hunger the three went to the cleared space where the services were to be held.
Jack watched everything around him with intense interest, and, it must also be said, to such a degree that he failed to hear a single word spoken by the preacher.
Aunt Nancy sat with a look of devotion on her face, which to Jack was very beautiful.