CHAPTER XII
MOSTLY CONCERNING GRATITUDE
Finally Colonel Lawton turned toward Frederik. He was now sitting astride his chair and puffing violently at his cigar.
"Is this what you hauled us out in the rain for?" he snarled.
Mrs. Batholommey, all unheeding, went on with her own train of thought.
"I see it all now," she whimpered. "He only gave to the church to show off!"
"Rose!" her husband cried, aghast. "I myself am disappointed, but——"
"He did!" interrupted Mrs. Batholommey in tears of wrath. "Oh, why didn't he continue his work? He was not generous. He was a hard, uncharitable, selfish old man."
"Rose, my dear!" remonstrated Mr. Batholommey. "Think what you are saying!"