The minister was standing beside them. He had come up from the filled grave and the carpet of the meadow had hidden the sound of his approach. He spoke to the School-teacher.
“Do you think that you are old enough to teach the children the fear of God?”
“I shall not teach them the fear of God.”
“Then I don't see how you are going to give them any Christian instruction.”
The man sitting among the deep clover blossoms, looked up at the minister's face.
“Isn't there something growing over your eye?” he said.
CHAPTER VI
THE School-teacher came out of the door of Nicholas Parks' house. It was early in the morning. Frost glistened on the rails of the worm fence. The air was crisp and sweet.