"Oh, Mr. Bowen answered for us. He said 'twas because you were one of the Lord's children or was soon going to be; and one of them rare ones we read of in books."
"Mr. Bowen is too partial to be a correct judge, I am afraid."
"Well, the doctor kind of thought you'd find it pretty hard to be much of a Christian at Oaklands; but Mr. Bowen said, not any harder than them folks what had their heads cut off and were burnt for their religion."
"Not any harder," I said, more to myself than to Mrs. Blake, but ah! how hard it might be, only God could know.
"But we must plan about Mr. Bowen. Will it cost very, very much?"
"My, no; he's got a good suit of clothes, and that's the most that's wanted. His fare from here to New York and back 'll be the heft of the expense."
"If that is all, he shall go to-morrow. I have more than enough money on hand for that, and a good deal of incidental expense beside."
"I reckon he'll pay you all back; for he was a prime book-keeper before he lost his eyesight. He's a good scholar, too, and got a first-rate salary."
"Then he will leave me deeper in debt than ever."
"What for?" she asked curiously.