"O don't, Mr. Rhys!" cried the child in a half vexed tone. "Eat some more jelly—do!"
"I am very willing to stay, Julia, if my Master has work for me to do."
"You had charge of a chapel at Lily Dale, Mr. Rhys, I am told?" Eleanor said, feeling awkward.
"No—at Croydon, beyond."
"At Croydon! that is nine miles off. How did you get there?"
The question escaped Eleanor. He hesitated, and answered simply, "I had no way but to walk. I found that very pleasant in summer mornings."
"Walk to Croydon and back, and preach there! I do not wonder you are sick, Mr. Rhys."
"I did not walk back the same day."
"But then where did you go in the evenings to preach?" said Julia.
"That was not so far off."