"I think it's Freddie's soul that needs feedin.'"
"His soul'll go where it don't need feedin', ef his stomach ain't 'tended to right. Ef I went down there, I could give the girl some points."
"I don't reckon you'd better go, Hester. As you say, you 're set in yore ways, an' mebhe her ways 'ud be diff'rent; an' then— then you'd both feel it."
"Oh, I suppose she thinks she knows it all, like most young people do."
"I hope she don't; but I'm a-goin' down to see her anyhow, an' I'll carry yore blessin' along with mine."
For the next week, great were the preparations for the old man's departure, and when finally he left the old gate and turned his back on the little cottage it was as if he were going on a great journey rather than a trip of less than a hundred miles. It had been a long time since he had been on a train, and at first he felt a little dubious. But he was soon at home, for his kindly face drew his fellow-passengers to him, and he had no lack of pleasant companions on the way.
Like Fred, the noises of the great station would have bewildered him, but as he alighted
