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Show Page 104 "He is not satisfied with anything we have done," complained Walter. "Insists we should have more houses built and the church completed. We must begin immediately to repair the thatched roof on the fort dwelling where he is to live-and what he said about our poor crops I cannot repeat before maidenly ears." "But we had a hail storm only yesterday," protested Margaret. "Does Mister Harwood realize we are lucky to have any crops at all to show him? Had the hailstones been the size of my fist, as they are at times, every plant would have been as flat as a squished chinch bug." "We told him that," sighed Cisly. "Yet he seemed more concerned about the lost profits to the adventurers in London than about whether or not we starve come winter." "Did you not tell him we spend all the summer working to grow food and tobacco and have no time for building churches and houses?" asked Anne. "It would have done no good," said Walter. "He will have to see for himself." "He has called for a church service three days hence, on Sunday next," added Cisly. Margaret snorted. "Just as harvest is beginning we must spend precious time with our hands clasped together instead of stripping leaves." |
