“Dear me, no! People can’t live always on their highest levels. Perhaps you’ll never do it again.” Jonathan looked distinctly relieved. “I’ll accept it as a unique effort—like Dante’s angel and Raphael’s sonnet.”
“Jonathan,” I said that evening, “what do you know about St. Anthony of Padua?”
“Not much.”
“Well, you ought to. He helped you to-day. He’s the saint who helps people to find lost articles. Every man ought to take him as a patron saint.”
“And do you know which saint it is who helps people to find lost virtues—like humility, for instance?”
“No. I don’t, really.”
“I didn’t suppose you did,” said Jonathan.