"That's a fact," said Charity.
Mrs. Seelye hesitated. "I don't know," she said,—"they have one or two rich men. Mr. Georges—"
"O, and Mr. Flare," cried Madge, "and Buck, and Setterdown; and the
Ropers and the Magnuses."
"Yes," said Mrs. Seelye; "but we have more people, and there's none of 'em to call poor. If we get 'em interested—and those we have spoken to are very much taken with the plan—very much; I think it would be a great disappointment now if we were to stop; and the children have got talking about it. I think we can do it; and it would be a very good thing for the whole church, to get 'em interested."
"You can always get people interested in play," said Mrs. Armadale.
"What you want, is to get 'em interested in work."
"There'll be a good deal of work about this, before it's over," said Mrs. Seelye, with a pleased chuckle. "And I think, when they get their pride up, the money will be coming."
Mrs. Marx made a grimace, but said nothing.
"'When pride cometh, than cometh shame,'" said Mrs. Armadale quietly.
"O yes, some sorts of pride," said the little minister's wife briskly; "but I mean a proper sort. We don't want to let our church go down, and we don't want to have our Sunday school thinned out; and I can tell you, where the children go, there the fathers and mothers will be going, next thing."
"What do you propose to do?" said Lois. "We have not fairly heard yet."