“It wouldn't have been begging. He'd have been glad to help you.”
“I—I didn't know about him,” said Samuel. “Why should he—-”
“He helps everyone,” said the child. “That's his business.”
“How do you mean?”
“Don't you know who my father is?” she asked in surprise.
“No,” said he, “I don't.”
“My father is Dr. Vince,” she said; and then she gazed at him with wide-open eyes. “You've never heard of him!”
“Never,” said Samuel.
“He's a clergyman,” said the little girl.
“A clergyman!” echoed Samuel aghast. Somehow it seemed far worse to have been robbing a clergyman.