There!" she laughed, as she poured the coffee, "I mustn't discourage you.

But don't you see that every mother's son--and, for that matter, every daughter and children's child unto the third and fourth generation--feel that, so long as they pay pew rent or put a cent in the collection, they own a share in you.

And we always keep a watch on our investments down this way.

That's the Yankee shrewdness you read so much about, I guess." The minister absently played with his spoon.
"I'm afraid you're a cynic," he said.
"No, no, I ain't.

Though sometimes, considerin' everything, I feel as though I had excuse enough if I wanted to belong to that tribe.