'But I love him just as he is.' "Happy boy." 'Wouldn't it be fine if you could make him a good man?
How much he might do for his people! And if he stays here he will get to be terrible, for his father was terrible, although, poor man, it was hardly his fault.' "I surely believe in God's mercy," said poor Jack.
'This is a long rambling letter, dear Jack, but you will forgive me.

I sometimes get pretty tired.' And Jack's brown lean hand closed swiftly.

'There is so much to do.

But I am pretty well and I have many kind friends.

So much to do, so many sick and poor and lonely.