4/25 He had been cut to the heart, and had borne it like a martyr; and his boy was his one friend left. Well, by the end of the week we were on board the ship; and there we met a benevolent gentleman, with a long gray beard, who bade my father welcome, and presented me with a cake. In my ignorance, I thought he was the captain. He was the first Socialist I had ever seen; and it was he who had persuaded my father to leave England." Mr.Hethcote's opinions of Socialists began to show themselves (a little sourly) in Mr.Hethcote's smile. |