"He was my first playfellow, and a fine one he was, too."
"How I envy him!"
"You mustn't interrupt me," she said demurely.
"I am penitent. Do proceed."
Then she told him, in brief, the story of her life, simple and sweet in the telling. She told him of the work done by her grandfather.
"He preaches, you tell me."
"Yes," she said, rambling on, "he is a graduate of Yale, and prepared to be a physician. But his heart drew him into the ministry, the place where he felt the Great Physician would have him be. Grandfather is a Friend, you know, a Quaker."
"So I understood."
"He had a liberal income, so it was possible for him to devote his entire time to the poor and distressed. He has been deeply interested in the Negro and American Indian, and in fact, in every one who is oppressed by his stronger brother."
"An unusual man."