"That is the very closest way of helping men." "But nobody can do that--nobody can make a bad man good--but God," said Willie.
"Certainly.

But He uses medicines; and He sends people about with them, just like the doctors' boys you were speaking of.

What else am _I_ here for?
I've been carrying His medicines about for a good many years now." "Then _your_ work and not my father's comes nearest to people to help them after all! My father's work, I see, doesn't help the very man himself; it only helps his body--or at best his happiness: it doesn't go deep enough to touch himself.

But yours helps the very man.

Yours is the best after all." "I don't know," returned Mr Shepherd, thoughtfully.