"I suppose so. And, you know--Mr. Payne," Katherine continued,
quickly--"how good he is! He lives completely for others."
"Yes, I believe him to be thoroughly, honestly good. How hard he toils,
and with what a pitiful result!"
"I wish he would go. Why does he stand there making conversation?"
thought Katherine, while she said aloud: "I don't see that. If every one
helped two or three poor creatures whom they knew, we should not have
all this poverty and suffering which are distracting to think about."
"I doubt it; it would be more likely to pauperize the whole nation."
Here Charlie and Cis, with earth-stained knees and hands--the latter
full of violets--reluctantly descended. Adding these to the basket
already overflowing, they had a short wrangle as to who should carry it,
and then Katherine turned her steps homeward. Errington passed the
bridle over his arm, and to her great annoyance, walked beside her.
"Are you, then, disposed to give yourself to faith and to good works?"
"I do not know. I should like to help those who want, but I fear I am
too fond of pleasure to sacrifice myself--at least I was and I suppose
the love will return. Of course it is easy to give money; it is hard to
give one's self.
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