A Missionary Twig Part 16

Mrs. Ashford smiled and nodded.

"What is it?" exclaimed Marty, bounding up on the porch.

"I don't know whether you will like the plan or not, but it is the only thing that occurs to me. Your school coat will be too short for you next winter, and I was going to get you a new one. But the old one could be altered so that you might wear it. I have some of the material, and could piece the skirt and sleeves and trim it with braid. As it always was a little too large for you about the shoulders, it would fit next winter well enough that way. Doing that would save about five dollars as near as I can calculate."

"Then we should have five dollars for Jimmy?"

"Yes."

"But would it be much trouble to you to alter the coat?"

"It would be some trouble, but I am willing to take that for my share."

"Oh! then let's do it," cried Marty.

"Wait, wait," said her mother. "You must think it over first. You know when you do things in a hurry, sometimes you regret them afterwards."

"I know I sha'n't regret this," Marty protested; "but I'll go and think a while."

She went and sat down on her last batch of pies, resting her head on her knees, with her eyes shut. In a very short s.p.a.ce of time she was back at her mother's side.

"Oh! you have not thought long enough," said Mrs. Ashford. "I meant for a day or two."

"There's no use thinking any longer, for I know I'll think just the same. I've thought all about how the coat will look when it's pieced, and how all the girls will know it's pieced, and how I'd a great deal rather have one that isn't pieced. Then I thought how pale and sick Jimmy looks, and how much he wants to go to the country, and how much good it would do him to go, and how he has no nice times as I have, and, I declare, I'd rather wear pieced coats all the rest of my life than not have him go." She winked her eyes very hard to keep back the tears.

"Very well," said Mrs. Ashford, stroking the little girl's flushed cheek, "we will consider it settled. I will write to Mrs. Watson this afternoon, inclosing the money, and telling her about Jimmy."

By Sat.u.r.day a reply came from Mrs. Watson saying that arrangements had been made to send Jimmy to a kind woman in the country, who would take good care of him, and it was probable the money Marty had sent would pay his board there for nearly three weeks. She also said that Jimmy had been very poorly again. Dr. Fisher, finding him in Mrs. Scott's room one day when he called, had seen how miserable the boy was, and had given him medicine, and had said, when he heard he was going to be sent to the country, that it would be just the thing, better than any amount of medicine. The letter also stated that Mrs. Fisher had fitted Jimmy out in some of her little boy's clothes. So he would be very comfortable.

"Could anything be nicer!" exclaimed Marty. "I'm so glad of it all!"

The same mail that brought Mrs. Watson's letter brought Marty's little missionary magazine, which she always wanted to sit right down and read.

"Now," said her mother, after they had got through talking over the letter, "I wish you would mind Freddie while I write some letters."

Marty took her magazine into the back yard where Freddie was playing with his wheelbarrow under the lilac-bushes. She sat down by the big pear-tree to read, though not forgetting to keep an eye on her little brother's proceedings. Missions seemed as interesting as ever as she read. Presently she saw Evaline coming out of the kitchen with a pail of water and brush to scrub the back steps.

"Evaline," she called, "when you get through your work come down here where I'm minding Freddie, wont you? I want to tell you something."

"Yes," replied Evaline, "I'll come pretty soon. This is the last thing I've got to do."

She soon came and threw herself on the gra.s.s beside Marty, who forthwith began showing her the magazine and telling her in a rather incoherent way about mission work in general and their band in particular. She told how many belonged to the band, what they did at the meetings, how much money they had, and what they were going to do with it; how this band was only one of hundreds of bands that were all connected with a big society; and how the object of the whole thing was to teach the heathen in foreign lands about G.o.d and try to make Christians of them.

"That must be the same thing that Ruth Campbell was talking so much about a while ago," said Evaline when Marty stopped, more to take breath than because she had nothing further to say.

"Who's Ruth Campbell? and what was she saying?"

"Why, the Campbells live in that house that you can just see the top of from our barn. Ruth's as old as our Almiry, but she knows a heap more, for she went to school in Johnsburgh. She taught our school last winter, and is going to again next. She told us about something they have in Johnsburgh, and it sounds very much like yours, so it must be a mission-band. She said she wished we could have one here, but none of us paid much attention to it."

"Oh, I think you would like it ever so much," said Marty; "only maybe there wouldn't be enough children round here to make a band," she added doubtfully.

"How many does it take?" asked Evaline.

"Oh, bands are of different sizes. I s'pose you _could_ make one of four or five."

"There's a sight more children than that on the mountain," said Evaline with some contempt. "But then some of 'em mightn't want to send their money away to the heathen; and anyhow, I don't know where they'd get any money to send. Folks up here, 'specially children, don't have much."

"Why, I thought the country was just the place to make money for missions," cried Marty. "There's 'first-fruits' and such things that are a great deal easier got at in the country than in town. And I have heard of children raising missionary corn and potatoes, and having missionary hens that laid the very best kind of eggs regularly every day, that brought a high price."

"Yes, but who's going to buy the things up here? Folks all have their own corn and potatoes and hens. And how'd we children get a few little things miles and miles to market?"

Marty was rather taken aback by this view of the subject. "The children I read about got _somebody_ to buy their things," she said.

She was rather discouraged because Evaline was not more enthusiastic about missions, and thought there was no use trying to further the cause in this region; but fortunately she happened to tell Almira what they had been talking of, and she took up the subject as warmly as Marty could wish, saying she thought it would be very nice to have a missionary circle of some sort.

"Ruth has talked to me about it," she said, "and I promised to help, but we can't seem to get the children interested."

"Aren't there _any_ interested, not even enough to begin with?" inquired Marty.

"Well, there are Ruth's two brothers and sister, and I think Joe and Maria Pratt, who live just beyond Campbell's, might be talked into it.

Then there's Eva, but she doesn't seem to care much about it."

"I care a great deal more since I heard Marty tell about her band,"

Evaline declared, "and I wouldn't mind belonging to something of the kind, only I don't see where I'd get any money to give."

"We'd try to manage that," said Almira.

After that for a few days there was a good deal of talk among them all on the subject, and some reading aloud afternoons from Marty's missionary books. Finally Mrs. Stokes said she thought it would be a very good thing for the young people in the neighborhood to have a society, and proposed that Almira and the little girls should go over and spend the next afternoon with Ruth, when they could talk the matter over.

CHAPTER XV.

THE MOUNTAIN MISSION-BAND.

"I am very glad Marty came up here this summer, for I do believe, with her to help us, we shall get the mission-band started at last," said pretty, blue-eyed Ruth Campbell, after they had all been talking for an hour or so as hard as their tongues could go.

When she had learned what her visitors' errand was, she had called her sister and brothers and had sent Hugh over for Maria and Joe Pratt. Then they had quite a conference on the shady porch, Ruth sewing busily all the while.

"I'm afraid I can't help much," said Marty.

"Why, you have helped and are helping ever so much. You've got Evaline all worked up, and Maria too, and by telling us what you do in your band you have given us many hints for ours."

"Now, Ruth," said Evaline, "let's begin the band right away, so that we can have some meetings while Marty's here. You must be president, of course."

"Evaline has it all settled," said Ruth, laughing. Then turning to Almira she asked, "Which do you think would be best--just start a kind of temporary band and wait until school opens to organize, or organize now, trusting to persuade others to join?"