He looked at me sharply with his small, round eyes, and said: "Oh, you are the--the man who was in church this afternoon." I admitted it, and he looked around at the minister with an accusing expression.

He evidently did not approve of me, nor could I wholly blame him, for I knew well how he, as a rich farmer, must look upon a rusty man of the road like me.

I should have liked dearly to cross swords with him myself, but greater events were imminent.
In no time at all the discussion, which had evidently been broken off at some previous meeting, concerning the proposed farmers' assembly at the church, had taken on a really lively tone.

Mr.Nash was evidently in the somewhat irritable mood with which important people may sometimes indulge themselves, for he bit off his words in a way that was calculated to make any but an unusually meek and saintly man exceedingly uncomfortable.

But the minister, with the fine, high humility of those whose passion is for great or true things, was quite oblivious to the harsh words.