DOI article:
Howarth, Mary: The deacon
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By Mary Howarth 25/
Now I am going further into the world to teach others, to pray
with strangers, to comfort and to solace those whom, so far, I have
not seen and do not know."
" Hjorth, Hjorth, the breakfast is ready, and here have I invited
Lauritz and Pauline to come in. They were so anxious to see
the deacon eat! Little curiosities! have they never seen anyone
eat before ? "
It was the cheery voice of Karen, the woman who came in in
the morning to clean the schoolhouse and prepare the deacon's
meal.
Hjorth folded up the sheet of paper over which he had hastily
glanced to the end, and, crying out that he would be in the kitchen
immediately, set about to clear away the writing materials he had
been using.
From the outer room came the chatter of young voices, and the
deacon, glancing out of the high window in the schoolroom, saw
that a number of his pupils were congregated about the door.
" They have made you some fancy gardens," called Karen, " the
children, I mean. You must come and see them before they fade.
What is in them, Pauline ? Speak up ; the deacon will not chide.
Hjorth, do you hear ? "
" I hear," said the deacon.
" Well then, Pauline, what is in them ? "
" There is ling," piped a small, timid voice.
" And sweet gale," shouted a bolder one.
" I got the purple loose-strife down by the river and the grass
of Parnassus came from the meadow," cried a child outside the
door.
" And you remember the name, which is more," shouted Karen,
approvingly, and glancing at Hjorth, who at that moment appeared
in the kitchen.
The Yellow Book—Vol. VIII.
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Now I am going further into the world to teach others, to pray
with strangers, to comfort and to solace those whom, so far, I have
not seen and do not know."
" Hjorth, Hjorth, the breakfast is ready, and here have I invited
Lauritz and Pauline to come in. They were so anxious to see
the deacon eat! Little curiosities! have they never seen anyone
eat before ? "
It was the cheery voice of Karen, the woman who came in in
the morning to clean the schoolhouse and prepare the deacon's
meal.
Hjorth folded up the sheet of paper over which he had hastily
glanced to the end, and, crying out that he would be in the kitchen
immediately, set about to clear away the writing materials he had
been using.
From the outer room came the chatter of young voices, and the
deacon, glancing out of the high window in the schoolroom, saw
that a number of his pupils were congregated about the door.
" They have made you some fancy gardens," called Karen, " the
children, I mean. You must come and see them before they fade.
What is in them, Pauline ? Speak up ; the deacon will not chide.
Hjorth, do you hear ? "
" I hear," said the deacon.
" Well then, Pauline, what is in them ? "
" There is ling," piped a small, timid voice.
" And sweet gale," shouted a bolder one.
" I got the purple loose-strife down by the river and the grass
of Parnassus came from the meadow," cried a child outside the
door.
" And you remember the name, which is more," shouted Karen,
approvingly, and glancing at Hjorth, who at that moment appeared
in the kitchen.
The Yellow Book—Vol. VIII.
p
The