? ? ? ? "I have another call to make, Rodney," said Mr. Pettigrew, as they were on their way back to the hotel, "and I want you to go with me."
? ? ? ? "I shall be glad to accompany you anywhere, Mr. Pettigrew."
? ? ? ? "You remember I told you of the old minister whose church I attended as a boy. He has never received but four hundred dollars a year, yet he has managed to rear a family, but has been obliged to use the strictest economy."
? ? ? ? "Yes, I remember."
? ? ? ? "I am going to call on him, and I shall take the opportunity to make him a handsome present. It will surprise him, and I think it will be the first present of any size that he has received in his pastorate of over forty years.
? ? ? ? "There he lives!" continued Jefferson, pointing out a very modest cottage on the left hand side of the road.
? ? ? ? It needed painting badly, but it looked quite as well as the minister who came to the door in a ragged dressing gown. He was venerable looking, for his hair was quite white, though he was only sixty five years old. But worldly cares which had come upon him from the difficulty of getting along on his scanty salary had whitened his hair and deepened the wrinkles on his kindly face.
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