But we Presbyterians feel it. And there were so many hotel people there that night and scores of Methodists. Mrs. Leander Crawford cried, she felt so bad. She cries over every affecting thing the minister says. But you do not often see her name on a subscription list, Mrs. Dr. dear.
Tears come cheaper.
But I did not say it, Mrs. Dr. dear, because I have too much respect for myself to condescend to argue with the likes of her. But I could tell worse things than that of Mrs. Leander Crawford, if I was disposed to gossip. They are clean children. She will grow up just as careless and impractical as her father, believe me. I suppose Carl would have known better if he hadn't been sick.