He paused, and only his dark, sad eyes spoke for quite a spell. Finally I sez:
“And now?”
“I go back to my own country—I have many things to teach my people.”
“Then you have learnt some good things in my country and on our tower?” sez I, glad and proud to hear him say so.
But his soft voice resoomed—“I have to teach them many things—to avoid.”
“I go back to my own country—I have many things to teach my people—to avoid.”
I felt deprested agin. “But,” sez I, wantin’ to git some closter view of his mind—wantin’ to like a dog, for I hadn’t had, I can truly say, any more clear view on’t than if we had lived some milds apart, sez I, “you must have seen some things in this land worthy your approvin’ of—these lofty cathedrals built to the honor of the Lord. To be sure,” sez I, “the poor are a-flockin’ round ’em like a herd of freezin’ and starvin’ animals. But look at the free schools and the great charities, mighty and fur reachin’ in their influence.”
“Yes,” sez Al Faizi, “I have seen some things in your land that I will teach them to do. I have seen sweet charities—the sick and unfortunate cared for; great free schools; crowds of little children helped to better lives.”
“Yes,” sez I, “a great many rich men and wimmen give their money like water to help the poor and unfortunate. To be sure,” sez I, “the poverty and the crime is caused, most of it, by ourselves, and Uncle Sam bein’ so sot on that license business of hisen.” Sez I, “We cause the evils we relieve in a great measure—but then—”