possibilities, but it contained a few essentials, and probably the
former incumbent had used it as a study. There was a wood stove, a
standing desk fixed to the wall, some shelves, an old table, and a
couple of armchairs. Wesley at once resolved to carry out his plan.
He would move his small store of books from his bedroom at Mrs.
Black's, arrange them on the shelves, and set up his study there. He
was reasonably sure of obtaining wood enough for a fire to heat the
room when the weather was cold.

He returned and told Mrs. Black, who agreed with him that the plan
was a good one. "A minister ought to have his study," said she, "and
of course the parsonage is at your disposal. The parish can't rent
it. That room used to be the study, and you will have offers of all
the wood you want to heat it. There's plenty of cut wood that folks
are glad to donate. They've always sent loads of wood to heat the
minister's study. Maybe they thought they'd stand less chance of hell
fire if they heated up the gospel in this life."

"Then I'll move my books and writing materials right over there,"
said Elliot with a most boyish glee.

Mrs. Black nodded approvingly. "So I would." She hesitated a moment,
then she spoke again. "I was just a little bit doubtful about taking
that young woman in yesterday," said she.

Elliot regarded her curiously. "Then you never had met her before?"

"No, she just landed here with her trunk. The garage man brought her,
and she said he told her I took boarders, and she asked me to take
her. I don't know but I was kind of weak to give in, but the poor