"What a lesson for me!" he involuntarily exclaimed.
"This poor half-starved man struggling patiently onward through his sickness; while I, who had every luxury about me, spent my time in repining.

What a lesson! Heaven help me to take it to my heart!" He lifted his hat as he spoke, his feeling at the moment full of reverence; and went on to Frost's.

"Where's Robin ?" he asked of the wife.
"He's in the back room, sir," was the answer.

"He's getting better fast.
The old father, he have gone out a bit, a-warming of himself in the sun." She opened the door of a small back room as she spoke; but it proved to be empty.

Robin was discerned in the garden, sitting on a bench; possibly to give _him_self a warming in the sun--as Mrs.Frost expressed it.