People are wolves, wolves, wolves.

'D like to know you, child.

Good face, good face." "Can he be crazy ?" thought Mercy.

But the smile and the honest twinkle of the clear blue eye were enough to counterbalance the incoherent talk: the old man was not crazy, only eccentric to a rare degree.

Mercy felt instinctively that she had found a friend, and one whom she could trust and lean on.
"Thank you, sir," she said.