“You’re like a hen with one chicken, Leslie,” said the friend, still pacing to and fro.  “But seriously, I like your notion of her having come to this of her own accord.  Most of us are grown in the shapes that society and family preference and prejudice fasten us into, and don’t find out until we are well toward middle life that we should have done a great deal better at something else.  Our vocations are likely enough to be illy chosen, since few persons are fit to choose them for us, and we are at the most unreasonable stage of life when we choose them for ourselves.  And what the Lord made some people for, nobody ever can understand; some of us are for use and more are for waste, like the flowers.  I am in such a hurry to know what the next world is like that I can hardly wait to get to it.  Good heavens! we live here in our familiar fashion, going at a jog-trot pace round our little circles, with only a friend or two to speak with who understand us, and a pipe and a jack-knife and a few books and some old clothes, and please ourselves by thinking we know the universe!  Not a soul of us can tell what it is that sends word to our little fingers to move themselves back and forward.”

“We’re sure of two things at any rate,” said Dr. Leslie, “love to God and love to man.  And though I have lived here all my days, I have learned some truths just as well as if I had gone about with you, or even been to the next world and come back.  I have seen too many lives go to pieces, and too many dissatisfied faces, and I have heard too many sorrowful confessions from these country death-beds I have watched beside, one after another, for twenty or thirty years.  And if I can help one good child to work with nature and not against it, and to follow the lines marked out for her, and she turns out useful and intelligent, and keeps off the rocks of mistaking her duty, I shall be more than glad.  I don’t care whether it’s a man’s work or a woman’s work; if it is hers I’m going to help her the very best way I can.  I don’t talk to her of course; she’s much too young; but I watch her and mean to put the things in her way that she seems to reach out for and try to find.  She is going to be very practical, for her hands can almost always work out her ideas already.  I like to see her take hold of things, and I like to see her walk and the way she lifts her feet and puts them down again.  I must say, Ferris, there is a great satisfaction in finding a human being once in a while that has some use of itself.”

“You’re right!” said Dr. Ferris; “but don’t be disappointed when she’s ten years older if she picks out a handsome young man and thinks there is nothing like housekeeping.  Have you taken a look at my pocketful of heathen idols there yet?  I don’t think you’ve ever seen their mates.”