The man slowly softened a little, and won by the kind chat, told his story.

How he had been sick, could get no work, had a family of children, and was almost in despair.
Grandfather was so full of pity that he forgot his fear, and, asking the man his name, said he would try to get him work in the next town, as he had friends there.

Wishing to get at pencil and paper to write down the address, Grandfather took out his plump pocket-book, and the minute he did so, the man's eye was on it.

Then Grandfather remembered what was in it and trembled for his money, but said quietly, "'Yes, I have a little sum here for some poor orphans.

I wish it was my own, I would so gladly give you some of it.