"What lies on his own ground, I should say. Why don't he have some one come to do it?"
"I don't know," said Matilda; and she looked grave now. "I don't know who there is to come to do it."
"There are people enough to do anything for money," said Norton. "Don't he have somebody come to do it?"
"I don't know," said Matilda. "If he had, I do not think he would do it himself."
"Then he gets very shabby treatment," said Norton; "that's all. I tell you, shovelling snow is work; and cold work at that."
"I suppose the people can't give great pay to their minister," said Matilda.
"Then they can come and clear away the snow for him. They have hands enough, if they haven't the cash. I wonder if they let him do it for himself always?"
"I don't know."
"Well, if I was a minister," said Norton, "which I am glad I'm not, I'd have a church where people could give me enough pay to keep my hands out of the snow!"
"Hush!" said Matilda. "Breakfast is ready, and Mr. Richmond is coming in."