Mr. Macdonald had moved from his chair in the window, and now stood with one hand on the mantelshelf looking into the fire. “Do you remember,” he said, “that evening in Bethany when Mary took a box of spikenard, very costly, and anointed the feet of Jesus, so that the odour of the ointment filled the house? Judas—that same Judas who carried the bag and was a robber—was much concerned about the waste. He said that the box might have been sold for three hundred pence and given to the poor. And Jesus, rebuking him, said, ’The poor always ye have with you, but Me ye have not always.’”
He stopped abruptly and went over to his writing-table and made as though he were arranging papers. Presently he said, “Anne, you’ve been here.” His tone was accusing.
“Only writing a post card,” said his wife quickly. “I can’t have made much of a mess.” She turned to her visitors and explained: “John is a regular old maid about his writing-table; everything must be so tidy and unspotted.”
“Well, I can’t understand,” said her husband, “why anyone so neat handed as you are should be such a filthy creature with ink. You seem positively to sling it about.”
“Well,” said Mrs. Macdonald, changing the subject “I like your idea of helping ministers, Jean. I’ve often thought if I had the means I would know how to help. A cheque to a minister in a city-charge for a holiday; a cheque to pay a doctor’s bill and ease things a little for a worn-out wife. You’ve a great chance, Jean.”
“I know,” said Jean, “if you will only tell me how to begin.”
“I’ll soon do that,” said practical Mrs. Macdonald “I’ve got several in my mind this moment that I just ache to give a hand to. But only the very rich can help. You can’t in decency take from people who have only enough to go on with.... Now, if you’ll excuse me, I’ll see if Agnes is getting the tea. I want you to taste my rowan and crab-apple jelly, Miss Reston, and if you like it you will take some home with you.”
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As they left the Manse an hour later, laden with gifts, Pamela said to Jean, “I would rather be Mrs. Macdonald than anyone else I know. She is a practising Christian. If I had done a day’s work such as she has done I think I would go out of the world pretty well pleased with myself.”