"My dear," she said at last, "no one has a greater admiration for Allan than I have--but I've observed that he usually knows what he's about." "Indeed, he knows what he's about now, Aunt Bell!" There was a swift little warmth in her tones--"but he says he can't do otherwise.

He's going deliberately to spoil his chances for a call to St.Antipas by a piece of mere early-Christian quixotism.

And you must see how _great_ he is, Aunt Bell.

Do you know--there have been times when I've misjudged Allan.

I didn't know his simple genuineness.