"Perhaps, in strict justice, he don't deserve it; but——"
"Did you ask your Uncle Nathan for him?"
"Yes. It shows the difference between you, I suppose."
"He gave?"
"He gave me ten shillings. There's a nice point to argify about. Which of you was right, Uncle Humphrey—you or Uncle Nat? You can't both be right."
"We can both be right and both be wrong," answered the old man.
"Uncle Nat was preaching at the chapel a bit ago, afore he had his illness; and me and Milly went to hear him."
"He preaches, does he?"
"Now and again—to work off his energy, he says. But never no more will he. His voice won't stand it, he says. He chose for his text a question, and he said 'twas a simple and easy thing, afore we took any step in life, to ax ourselves and say, what would the Lord do?"
"Simple enough to ask—not so simple to answer."