You're hired, ain't you, an' paid to run the church?
That's the end of it.

We ain't goin' to have any mixin' of religion an' farmin' in THIS neighbourhood." My eyes were on the pale man of God.

I felt as though a human soul were being weighed in the balance.

What would he do now?
What was he worth REALLY as a man as well as a minister?
He paused a moment with downcast eyes.

I saw little Mrs.Minister glance at him--once--wistfully.