"Why yes," said Mr. Linden again, "but I tell you I never saw that sort of fruit ripe—and I'm not sure that I ever shall in this world. For the best fruit that the ground can yield, includes not only the best seed and cultivation, but the perfect keeping down of every weed, and the unchecked receiving of all sweet heavenly influences."
"That's a camera!" said Mr. Simlins something shortly. "You can't have all that in this world."
"The fact that people cannot be perfect in this world, does not hinder their being better than they are."
"Well, I say, how're you goin' to work to make it, when they're doin' the best they can do, already?"
"Who is?"
"I am inclined to be of the opinion you air," said Mr Simlins slowly.
"I won't say I be—but I don't know how to do no better."
"Thank you, Mr. Simlins—" was the somewhat sorrowful reply,—"you may see what I do, but you do not see what I know. And for you, my friend—pray to know!—there can be no mistakes in the advice that comes from heaven."
There was a minute's silence, till they came to a turning.
"I'd be glad to see you," said Mr. Simlins in a somewhat lowered tone,—"ary one of you—down to my house, any time. You can take care of her the rest of the way. Good night!"—
He turned off abruptly down a road that led his way.