"You have no reason to be, now."

"You mean because you have happened along. Well, I am glad you did. I
begun to think it was rather late myself for me to be prowling
around, but you will simply have to leave me before I get to my
boarding house. That Mrs. Black is as kind as can be, but she doesn't
know what to make of me, and on the whole I think I would rather take
my chances stealing in alone than to have her spy you."

"If you wanted to come out, why didn't you ask the minister to come
with you?" Jim asked bluntly.

"The minister! Oh, I don't like ministers when they are young. They
are much better when all the doctrines they have learned at their
theological seminaries have settled in their minds, and have stopped
bubbling. However, this minister here seems rather nice, very young,
but he doesn't give the impression of taking himself so seriously
that he is a nervous wreck on account of his convictions. I wouldn't
have asked him for the world. In the first place, Mrs. Black would
have thought it very queer, and in the second place he was so hopping
mad about that fair, and having me buy it, that he wouldn't have been
agreeable. I don't blame him. I would feel just so in his place. It
must be frightful to be a poor minister."

"None too pleasant, anyway."

"You are right, it certainly is not. I have been poor myself, and I
know. I went to my room, and looked out of the window, and it was so
perfectly beautiful outdoors, and I did want to see how this place