"Evidently it was written in good faith." Patty was not very enthusiastic.
"There's not the least doubt of that. I am glad of one thing: I can't disillusion her."
"What do you mean?"
"Oh, this young woman thinks I must be a paragon of virtues. I'm not; I'm a miserable impostor. She takes it for granted that I am good and kind and wise."
"Aren't you?" asked Patty gravely.
"As men go. I always try to be kind; sometimes I am good, and sometimes I am wise."
"I'm afraid you are one of those young men who try to be bad and can't. They are hopeless."
Warrington laughed.
"But I am superstitious about that letter. I've carried it in my pocket for weeks. It's a kind of mentor. Whenever some fool thing comes into my head, I stop and think of the letter."
"That is good. The writer hasn't wasted her time."