She is your only true pragmatist.

If a philosophy will not work, says she, why bother with it?
The minister rose quickly from his chair, threw back his head, and strode quickly up and down the room.
"You are right," said he; "and I WILL lead it.

I'll have my farmers' meetings as I planned." It may have been the effect of the lamplight, but it seemed to me that little Mrs.Minister, as she glanced up at him, looked actually pretty.
The minister continued to stride up and down the room with his chin in the air.
"Mr.Nash," said she in a low voice to me, "is always trying to hold him down and keep him back.

My husband WANTS to do the great things"-- wistfully.
"By every right," the minister was repeating, quite oblivious of our presence, "I should lead these people." "He sees the weakness of the church," she continued, "as well as any one, and he wants to start some vigorous community work--have agricultural meetings and boys' clubs, and lots of things like that--but Mr.Nash says it is no part of a minister's work: that it cheapens religion.

He says that when a parson--Mr.Nash always calls him parson, and I just LOATHE that name--has preached, and prayed, and visited the sick, that's enough for HIM." At this very moment a step sounded upon the walk, and an instant later a figure appeared in the doorway.
"Why, Mr.Nash," exclaimed little Mrs.Minister, exhibiting that astonishing gift of swift recovery which is the possession of even the simplest women, "come right in." It was some seconds before the minister could come down from the heights and greet Mr.Nash.As for me, I was never more interested in my life.
"Now," said I to myself, "we shall see Christian meet Apollyon." As soon as Mrs.Minister lighted the lamp I was introduced to the great man.