I jest speak on't, so you
needn't be anxious about the little gal. It ain't much, but it will
make things easy I reckon."
"You are very kind, uncle; and I am more grateful than I can tell. I
don't want a penny for myself, but I should love to know that my
daughter was to have an easier life than mine."
"I s'pose you thought of that when you come so quick?" said the old
man, with a suspicious look, that made Christie's eyes kindle as
they used to years ago, but she answered honestly:
"I did think of it and hope it, yet I should have come quicker if
you had been in the poor-house."
Neither spoke for a minute; for, in spite of generosity and
gratitude, the two natures struck fire when they met as inevitably
as flint and steel.
"What's your opinion of missionaries," asked Uncle Enos, after a
spell of meditation.
"If I had any money to leave them, I should bequeath it to those who
help the heathen here at home, and should let the innocent Feejee
Islanders worship their idols a little longer in benighted peace,"
answered Christie, in her usual decided way.
"That's my idee exactly; but it's uncommon hard to settle which of
them that stays at home you'll trust your money to.
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