"So you want to become an Eoite?"
"Yes," I whispered, bending my gaze humbly before his.
"And what is your name, my dear boy."
"John Gregory, Master!"
"What have you brought with you? where is your baggage?"
"I—I lost my baggage ... all I have with me is a-a r-razor."
He leaned his head back and laughed joyously. His lambent brown eyes glowed with humour. I liked the man.
"Yes, we'll give you a job—Razorre!" he assured me, calling me by the nickname which clung to me during my stay....
"Take that axe and show me what you can do."
I caught up the axe and fell to with enthusiasm. The gospel of the dignity and worth of labour that he preached thrilled in me. It was the first time I ever enjoyed working....