Keep your mind easy, sir: _I_ shan't come to grief for lack o' what you owe me! Only don't you go a starving of yourself, Mr.Drake.I don't hold with that nohow.

Have a bit o' meat when you want it, an' don't think over it twice.

There!" The minister was just able to thank his new friend and no more.

He held out his hand to him, forgetful of the grease that had so often driven him from the pavement to the street.

The butcher gave it a squeeze that nearly shot it out of his lubricated grasp, and they parted, both better men for the interview.
When Mr.Drake reached home, he met his daughter coming out to find him.
He took her hand, led her into the house and up to his study, and closed the door.
"Dorothy," he said, "it is sweet to be humbled.