Would you like to read it, sir ?" addressing the priest who was now preparing to leave.
"The letter will prove that I am not a tramp, sir.

Read it aloud to these people." The Elder held the letter in his extended hand.
"I'll have nothing further to do with you.

I don't want to read your letter," retorted the priest.
"Read it, read it," came from a number; but the priest, unheedingly passed out of the door and down the path.

The gate clicked.
"I'll read it," volunteered a man, one of the strangers who had come in later.

He took the letter, and read so that all might hear, which was not difficult in that quieted room: "'Dear George: By this time I suppose you are in Old England again, and have fairly started in your missionary work.