“But they are bad, selfish people!” exclaimed the child.
“I have thought it all out,” said he. “I have been walking the streets all day, thinking about it. And I will not let myself feel anything but pity for them. They have done me wrong, but it is nothing to the wrong they have done themselves.”
“Oh, Samuel, you are so good!” exclaimed Sophie; and he winced—because that was what Miss Gladys had said to him.
“I had to settle it with myself,” he explained. “I have got to carry on a fight against them, and I have to be sure that I'm not just venting my spite.”
“What are you going to do?” asked Sophie.
“I am going to put the facts before the congregation of the church. If they will do nothing, I am going to the people.”
“But how, Samuel?”
“I am going to call a meeting. See, I have written this.”
And he took from his pocket a piece of paper, on which he had printed, in capital letters, as follows: