"No, ma'am. I meant, the things that grow out of the ground," said
Eleanor smiling again. "Cows and sheep and horses are not among them."
"Nor horses either? How do you go when you travel?"
"In a canoe, I suppose."
"With savages?" exclaimed Mrs. Powle.
"Not necessarily. Many of them are Christians."
"The natives?"
"Yes, ma'am."
"Then I don't see what you are going for. Those that are Christians already might teach those that are not. But Eleanor, who will marry you?"
A bright rose-colour came upon the girl's cheeks. "Mamma, there are clergymen enough there."
"Clergymen? of the Church?"