We but added to his pleasure. Truly his cup
of joy was overflowing! And the famine in India--indeed--indeed! The
subject was one which interested him deeply, and if Mr. Warden cared
for it, he would send him several books on the far East which he had in
his library at home. He hoped that in return he might some time have
the pleasure of reading carefully, cover to cover, the fat volume that
Luther had spread across his knees. Meantime, he would insist on not
interrupting. But Mary must be comfortably seated before he could take
the place on the settee that Luther had arranged for him, and he must
hear all over again the story of the book, of Brother Matthias Pennel
and Sister Flora Martin. How I envied him! What must Perry and I seem
beside this lanky man with his kindly, easy ways! Perry, of course,
did not see it. He was smiling, for Weston was telling him that he had
stood at the Thomas gate for a half hour the very evening before,
listening to the strains of a violin. He hoped to hear that melody
again, when Mr.
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