She was being touched by his warm interest in her two charity-proteges and by his contributions toward their support.

These were two forlorn and aged sisters who lived in a log hut in a lonely place up a cross road four miles from Mrs.Taylor's farm.

One of the sisters was crazy, and sometimes a little violent, but not often.
At last the time seemed ripe for a final advance, and Brown gathered his courage together and resolved to make it.

He would take along a contribution of double the usual size, and win the mother over; with her opposition annulled, the rest of the conquest would be sure and prompt.
He took to the road in the middle of a placid Sunday afternoon in the soft Missourian summer, and he was equipped properly for his mission.

He was clothed all in white linen, with a blue ribbon for a necktie, and he had on dressy tight boots.