[A Flat Iron for a Farthing by Juliana Horatia Ewing]@TWC D-Link bookA Flat Iron for a Farthing CHAPTER XVII 13/13
"Boots can't come out of nine shillings a week." The Rector smiled. "And suppose one of the boys catches a fever, as you did; and they can't have other people's clothes to the house, because of the infection.
And then there will be the doctor's bill to pay--what then ?" By this time I had so thoroughly realized the position of the needy family, that I had forgotten it was not a real case, or rather, that no special one was meant.
And I begged, with tears in my eyes, that I might apply the contents of my alms-box to paying the doctor's bill. Many a lesson like this, with oft-repeated practical remarks about healthy situations, proper drainage, roomy cottages, and the like, was engraven by constant repetition on my mind, and bore fruit in after years, when the welfare of many labourers and their families was in my hands. It is difficult to convey an idea of the learning I gained from my good friend, and yet to show how free he was from priggishness, or from always playing the schoolmaster.
He was simply the most charming of companions, who tried to raise me to his level, and interest me in what he knew and thought himself, instead of coming down to me, and talking the patronizing nonsense which is so often supposed to be acceptable to children. Across all the years that have parted us in this life I fancy at times that I see his grey eyes twinkling under their thick brows once more, and hear his voice, with its slightly rough accent, saying-- "_Think_, my dear lad, _think_! Pray learn to think!".
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