"Why, Mrs. Trenchard, where have you been all this time?"
"I'm only twenty," said Maggie. They certainly thought it strange of
her to confess to her age like that. "At home father never had any
Committees, he did it all himself, or rather didn't do it."
Mrs. Constantine shook her head. "We must all help you," she said.
"You're very young, my dear, for the responsibilities of this
parish."
"Yes, I am," said Maggie frankly. "And I'll be very glad of anything
you can tell me. But you mustn't let me be Treasurer or Secretary of
anything. I should never answer any of the letters, and I should
probably spend all the money myself."
"My dear, you shouldn't say such things even as a joke," said Mrs.
Constantine.
"But it isn't a joke," said Maggie. "I'm terribly muddleheaded, and
I've no idea of money at all. Paul's going to teach me."
Paul smiled nervously.
"Maggie will soon fit into our ways," he said.
"I'm sure she will." said Mrs. Constantine very kindly, but as
though she were speaking to a child of ten.
The bell rang and Mr. Flaunders the curate came in. He was very
young, very earnest, and very enthusiastic.
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