'They are the teachers of wisdom and who am I that I should think myself or my daughter too good for the like since it is written that Jesus Christ did not complain of them.'" "Have you heard from home ?" Abe asked as they paddled on.
"Not a word," said Harry.
"You're not expecting to meet Bim Kelso ?" "That's the best part of getting home for me," said Harry, turning with a smile.
"Let her drift for a minute," said Abe.

"I've got a letter from James Rutledge that I want to read to you.

There's a big lesson in it for both of us--something to remember as long as we live." Abe read the letter.

Harry sat motionless.

Slowly his head bent forward until his chin touched his breast.
Abe said with a tender note in his voice as he folded the letter: "This man is well along in life.