The minister himself, white-bearded and gray-haired, showed more signs of spiritual grace than intellectual strength.
One woman, fresh and bright as a butterfly, appeared among them, and Eliph' Hewlitt knew her at once as a city dweller, who had somehow got into this dull and hard-working community.

Almost at the same moment she noticed him, and approached him.

She smiled kindly and extended her hand.
"Won't you come in ?" she asked.

"I don't seem to remember your face, but we would be glad to have you join us." Eliph' Hewlitt shook his head.
"No'm," he said sadly.

"I'd better not come in.