"See there!" And I placed them on the dining room mantle.

"How much they will improve our parlors." "Not half so much as that old coat you as good as gave away would have improved the feelings as well as the looks of poor Mr.Bryan, who lives across the street," was the unexpected and rebuking answer of aunt Rachel.
The words smote on my feelings.

Mr.Bryan was a poor, but honest and industrious young man, upon whose daily labor a wife and five children were dependent.

He went meanly clad, because he could not earn enough, in addition to what his family required, to buy comfortable clothing for himself.

I saw, in an instant, what the true disposition of the coat should have been.