"But I wanted him to get them while I was away."
"Yes, I know; but it'll be easier to thank you right off, when he's surprised. My! he'd soon have been able to fly; his clothes is that ragged."
"Yes, they are very poor; but, some way, one don't see much but his face. I forget that he is poor and ragged when I look at him."
"We're not all so blind as that. I'm going now to tell him."
"Mr. Bowen, you'll think it never rains but it pours. I've another surprise for you."
"What is it?" He turned his face in the direction of her voice.
"Miss Selwyn got you the finest piece of cloth I've sot eyes on this many a day, to make you a new suit of clothes. Just feel of that, now."
He stroked it softly for a moment, and then turned his flushed face to me. "You will bankrupt us with your generosity, Miss Selwyn. But God will pay you. He is rich and wise."
"You are paying me, too, Mr. Bowen. Prayers are better than gold."
He said nothing, but took up a fold of the cloth and stroked it, I thought, lovingly.