"Wait, Billy, let me show you." Thereupon he explained to Billy that ladies wearing beautiful white dresses sat in hammocks, so little boys must not put their dusty feet in them.

Billy immediately sat, and allowed his feet to swing.
"Margaret," said Wesley after a long silence on the porch, "isn't it true that if Billy had been a half-starved sore cat, dog, or animal of any sort, that you would have pitied, and helped care for it, and been glad to see me get any pleasure out of it I could ?" "Yes," said Margaret coldly.
"But because I brought a child with an immortal soul, there is no welcome." "That isn't a child, it's an animal." "You just said you would have welcomed an animal." "Not a wild one.

I meant a tame beast." "Billy is not a beast!" said Wesley hotly.

"He is a very dear little boy.

Margaret, you've always done the church-going and Bible reading for this family.