He was riding out every day, as I now suppose, to add to his strength.

An old maid lived in the house where I did who perfectly hated him, calling him a good-for-nothing fellow.

I, of course, supposed that she knew all about him and that it was so.

I am a friend to the missionary cause and have been so a great many years.

How many times that wrong impression which I got from that old maid has passed through my mind, and how sorry I have always been for that prejudice.