do? Here were placed in her hands means she could not in conscience overlook. Rapidly translating his dollars into converts, he juggled them before her dazzled eyes; he even hinted delicately at Duty, with that exact conception of the requirements of the stern daughter felt by none so keenly as those who systematically avoid her.
His good genius prompted him to refer casually to soup-kitchens. Now soup-kitchens were the delight of Miss Gould’s heart; toward the establishment of a soup-kitchen she had looked since the day when her father’s death had left her the double legacy of his worldly goods and his unworldly philanthropy.
Visions of dozens of Bacchic revellers, riotous no more, but seated temperately each before his steaming bowl, rose to her delighted eyes; she saw in fancy the daughters and nieces of the reformed in smiles and white aprons ladling the nutritious and attractive compound, earning
