Mr. Hale blew his nose, and got up to snuff the candles in order to conceal his emotion. "He's not an infidel, Margaret; how could you say so?" muttered he reproachfully. "I've a good mind to read him the fourteenth chapter of Job."
"Not yet, papa, I think. Perhaps not at all. Let us ask him about the strike, and give him all the sympathy he needs, and hoped to have from poor Bessy."

Mr. Hale blew his nose, and got up to snuff the candles. 'He's not an infidel, Margaret; how could you say so?' he muttered. 'I've a good mind to read him the fourteenth chapter of Job.'
'Not yet, papa. Let us ask him about the strike, and give him all the sympathy he needs.'
