Bob became another man as he stood and listened.

He looked with kindness into Pennyloaf's pale, weary face, and his arm stole about her waist to support her.

Ha! Pennyloaf was happy! The last trace of tears vanished.

She too was sensible of the influences of music; her heart throbbed as she let herself lean against her husband.
Well, as every one must needs have his panacea for the ills of society, let me inform you of mine.

To humanise the multitude two things are necessary--two things of the simplest kind conceivable.