I have been in church and prayed--nay, do not laugh--I prayed to the Lord that he would make it all work right and He--well, you have been baptized and made one of His flock." "To my misfortune! You drive me frantic with your meek and mild ways," cried the other passionately.

"My own feet are strong enough for me to stand on and my hand, though it is horny, can carry out what my brain thinks right." "No, no, Demetrius, no.

You see, you believe in the old gods..." "Certainly," said the other with increasing irritation.

"You are merely talking to the winds, and my time is precious.

I must pack up my small possessions, and for your sake I will say a few words of farewell when I take the account-books to your mother.