stop to supper. It is unchristian, it is uncharitable, it is--too bad!"
and sitting down again she burst into tears.

The Rev. Thomas who by now was in a really regal rage, not knowing what
to say or do, glared about him. By ill-luck his eye fell upon a box of
cigarettes that stood upon the mantelpiece.

"What are those things doing here?" he asked. "I do not smoke, so they
cannot be for me. Is our money--I beg pardon--your money which is
so much needed in other directions to be wasted in providing such
unnecessaries--for officers and--idle girls? Oh--bless it all," and
seizing the offending cigarettes he hurled them through the open window,
a scattered shower of white tubes which some Kaffirs outside instantly
proceeded to collect.

Then he rushed from the house, and Dorcas went to get ready for her
party. But first she sent a servant to buy another box of cigarettes. It
was her first act of rebellion against the iron rule of the Rev. Thomas
Bull.



III

In the end, as may be guessed, Dorcas, who was a good and faithful
little soul, accompanied her husband to the Sisa country. Tabitha went
also, rejoicing, having learned that in this happy land there was no
school. Dorcas found the journey awful, but really, had she but known
it, it was most fortunate, indeed ideal. Her husband, who was a little
anxious on the point, had made the best arrangements that were possible