"Or we might all turn missionaries," said Preston; "and go
among them with bags of Bibles round our necks. We might all turn missionaries."
"Colporteurs," said Miss Pinshon.
Then I said in my heart, "I will be one." But I went on eating my breakfast and did not look at anybody; only I listened with all my might.
"I don't know about that," said my aunt. "I doubt whether a church and a minister would be beneficial."
"Then you have a nation of heathen at your doors," said Miss Pinshon.
"I don't know but they are just as well off," said my aunt. "I doubt if more light would do them any good. They would not understand it."
"They must be very dark if they could not understand light," said my governess.
"Just as people that are very light cannot understand darkness," said Preston.
"I think so," my aunt went on. "Our neighbour Colonel Joram, down below here at Crofts, will not allow such a thing as preaching or teaching on his plantation. He says it is bad for them. We always allowed it; but I don't know."