But it belonged to a number-one man, a man of brains--I've got no brains, only some sense--and I want another good man to use it and make the world easier for himself." It was a long speech, and she delivered it in little gasps of oratory which were brightened by her wonderfully kind smile and the heart--not to say sentiment--which showed in her face.

The sentiment, however, did not prejudice Jean Jacques against her, for he was a sentimentalist himself.

His feelings were very quick, and before she had spoken fifty words the underglow of his eyes was flooded by something which might have been mistaken for tears.

It was, however, only the moisture of gratitude and the soul's good feeling.
"Well there, well there," he said when she had finished, "I've never had anything like this in my life before.

It's the biggest thing in the art of being a neighbour I've ever seen.