There, the sixpence you have given that little child, will go into the till of that "family grocery," before we are a block farther on our way. I know her.
It is hardly charity to give to that man; I know him too, and where he lives.
"But, he is blind."
I know it, and that is his fortune. With it he supports himself and family of great idle girls and boys, better than many others live who labor. He is a stout, rugged, hearty man, capable of doing much useful labor, if he had any one to direct him.
"Well, here, what of this?"
Yes, you may give there; no, give me the quarter, see what I will do with it. I will buy two smiles.
"Good evening, Joseph, how do you do this evening?"
"Oh, very well, sir, thank you. How are you this evening?"
"Very well. How is trade with you, Joseph? Do these gay people buy your bouquets?"
"Well, some do, sir, but these big boys and stout men can run about and forestall a poor black man who has got no legs."