He drew away the screen.
"It is my portrait, Jenny."
"But, brother, what are those words written under it?"
Franklin read, "Eripuit c[oe]lo fulmen, sceptrumque tyrannis."
"Brother, what does that mean?"
"'He snatched the thunderbolts from heaven, and the scepter from the tyrants.'"
"Who, brother?"
"Jenny, let us talk of these things no longer. Do you remember Uncle Ben?"
"He has never died. He lives in you. You have lived out his life. You have lived, Ben, and I have loved. Brother, you have done well. He who does his best does well."