Sorry I can't give you something to do here.

But I keep only a horse and a cow and do the work myself." The Rev.Henry Maxwell closed the door and heard the man walk down the steps.

As he went up into his study he saw from his hall window that the man was going slowly down the street, still holding his hat between his hands.

There was something in the figure so dejected, homeless and forsaken that the minister hesitated a moment as he stood looking at it.

Then he turned to his desk and with a sigh began the writing where he had left off.
He had no more interruptions, and when his wife came in two hours later the sermon was finished, the loose leaves gathered up and neatly tied together, and laid on his Bible all ready for the Sunday morning service.
"A queer thing happened at the kindergarten this morning, Henry," said his wife while they were eating dinner.