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He went directly to his study, leaving Mrs. Flaxman and myself to the cheerful quiet of our fireside. She turned to me saying, "Tell me all about your blind friend, Medoline. How you first got to know him, and what he is like." I very gladly gave her as full a picture as I was able of the Larkums and Mr. Bowen, their poverty and his goodness included.
"If you are getting into a controversy I will continue my journey," I said, nodding them a pleasant good morning and going cheerfully on my way, thinking of Tiger's prospective gratification, coupled with that of the widow Larkums. Going first to the Blakes, I found Tiger stretched out on the doorstep. He wagged his tail appreciatively, but did not growl as I stroked his shaggy coat.
I like best to let him do the talking when we are together." "I am getting curious to see that man." "Oh, Mr. Winthrop, if you would only come with me to their church. They are having wonderful meetings, and people are getting converted." "What church is it?" "Beech Street, I heard the minister pray at Mrs. Blake's funeral, and once since at the Larkums. I have longed to hear him again.
Flaxman says we owe it to our position in society to dress becomingly; but the question to my mind is, how far it is necessary to go to pay that social debt? When I see a family like the Larkums, my conscience tells me I owe them a heavier debt than society." "I can't understand why some people have no conscience, and other so much.
To conceive their Creator turning from such high efforts to send Medoline with a ten dollar bill to the Larkums, to my mind borders on profanity," Mr. Winthrop said, with evident disgust. "The infinitely great and infinitely small alike receive His care.
A painful sensation, probably akin to jealousy, suggested that probably she would have satisfied my guardian's fastidious tastes better than I could ever do. But I could never treat her in the same cordial way that I treated Mrs. Blake and the Larkums, and several others of her class.
"I'm afraid the Larkums won't need your gifts. If they go to the poor-house, it won't be worth while giving them anything; the town'll provide." "I do not think they will go there. Mrs. Larkum will get better, after awhile." "It might do her good to hear you say; so would you mind coming over this morning to see her? I go in every day to see to them."
I mean to tell them to-night what a proud, stubborn wretch I've been, and ask them to pray for me." She got up and put on her shawl with a resolute air as if her mind was fully made up, no matter how hard the task might be. "We'll step in and see the Larkums. You'll hardly know them now, they're so perked up and tidy.
I put on my wraps and went immediately to confer with Mrs. Blake. I found her, like every one else, in the midst of busy preparations for Christmas. "Dan'el got me a twelve-pound turkey and lots of other things; and he wants a regular old-fashioned Christmas, with all the Larkums here; and then I have one or two little folks I'm going to have in to please myself.
Cook also gave me a good basket full of cooked provisions; so I set out with Thomas very well provided for at least a week's siege. I found Mrs. Blake still at the Larkums. She had been in the mean time very busy getting them made comfortable; and while so doing had taken minute stock of their ways and means. "I had no idea they was so bad off," she assured me in whispered consultation.
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