"Yes," said Meredith, "I feel just so."
"About whom?" said his sister abruptly.
"All the heathen. Nobody in particular, Everybody who doesn't know the Lord Jesus."
"You had better begin at home!" said Flora with an accent of scorn.
"I do," said her brother gravely; and Flora was silent, for she knew he did.
"But why, dear Ditto?" said Maggie, with a mixture of anxiety and curiosity.
"I am so sorry for them, Maggie." And watching, she could see that Meredith's downcast eyes were swimming. "Think—they do not know Jesus; and what is life worth without that?"
"But it isn't everybody's place to go preaching," said Flora after a minute.
"Can you prove it? I think it is."
"Mine, for instance, and Maggie's?"