His face flushed. "Come," he said seriously, "what is the meaning of this, Anna?"
She told him.
"Why aren't you angry with him?" she complained, drying her eyes.
"You sit there and don't say a word!"
"Do you expect me to be angry with any soul for loving you and wishing to be loved by you? He cast his mite into the treasury, Anna."
"I didn't mind the mite," she replied. "But he said I encouraged him, that I encouraged him systematically."
"Did you expect him to be a philosopher?"
"I did not expect him to be a—" She hesitated at the harsh word.
"I'm afraid you expected him to be a philosopher. Haven't you been kind to him?"
"Why, of course."
"Systematically kind?"