“I wouldn't give a cent,” said Mr. Tudor, with emphasis.
“Nor I,” said Deacon Gridley. “I don't believe in humorin' the clergy.”
Saturday came, and the minister was worse. It seemed doubtful if he would be able to officiate the next day. No wonder he became dispirited.
Just before supper the stage drove up to the door, and Grant jumped out.
“I am afraid he has been discharged,” said Mr. Thornton, nervously.
“He does not look like it,” said Mrs. Thornton, noticing Grant's beaming countenance.
“What is the matter with father?” asked Grant, stopping short as he entered.
“He is not feeling very well, Grant. He has got run down.”
“What does the doctor say?”
“He says your father ought to take a three-months trip to Europe.”