Witherspoon returned to the library after going to the door with Colton.

He sat down, stretched forth his feet, meditated for a few moments, and said: "The bark on a beech tree was never any closer than that old man, and yet he is kind-hearted." "When kindness doesn't cost anything, I suppose," Henry suggested.
"Yes, that's true.

He spoke of the wonderful showing of the charities of this city as though he were a prime mover in them, when, in fact, I don't think he ever contributed more than a barrel of flour in any one year.

But he is a good business man, and if there were more like him there would be fewer bankrupts." Ellen appeared at the door.

"Henry, mother and I are going to your room to pay you a call." "All right, I'll go up with you.