“I am going home to the Valley of Shadows, where I am to meet all my brethren of every name and family.”
“Why don’t you wear better clothes?” asked Seekpeace, glancing at his coarse garments.
“They are the best I have.”
“Why don’t you buy better?”
“I have no money.”
“What! an old man like you with no money? What have you been doing all your life?”
“I have been serving the Master; and perhaps I have laid up treasures which may some day be bestowed upon me.”
“Poor man! How I pity you!”
“You need not pity me. I am happy and contented. I shall soon get home, and then I shall enter upon the enjoyment of my treasures.”
“But it is too bad for an old man like you to be without money, and to be dressed in such mean garments.”