"He goes to church—you read the Bible to him?" asked Mr. Gray, suddenly.
"He can't go by hisself—he's not very handy with his blindness, like those who have been brought up to it with a dog and a tin mug," said Ann in reply; "but let's hope he'll get used to it, and find it a comfort to him, sir."
"I asked you also, young woman, if you ever read the Bible to him?"
"Lor bless you, sir! I can't read fit enough for him—I take a blessed lot of spelling with it, and it aggravates him. All the larning I've ever had, has come from this dear gal of ours, and he taught her first of all!"
"I think that I could do this young man good," said Mr. Gray, suddenly; "I might impress him with the force of the truth—convert him."
"I would not attempt to preach to him yet," suggested Mattie; "besides, his is a strange character—you will never understand it."
"You cannot tell what I may be able to understand," he replied, "and I see that my duty lies in that direction. I have been seeking amongst the poor and wretched for a convert, and perhaps it is nearer home—your friend!"
"I would not worry him in his distress," suggested Mattie anew.
"Worry him!—Mattie, you shock me! Where's my Bible?—I'll go at once!"
"We've got Bibles in the house, sir—we're not cannibals," snapped Ann. Cannibals and heathens were of the same species to Ann Packet.