OUT IN THE COLD 



have to shut up shop without me. The old man 

 is to be pitied.&quot; 



&quot; That would be a waste of good material. I 

 prefer to pity you,&quot; I remarked. 



&quot; Oh, that would be a waste,&quot; he said, with una 

 bated good humour. &quot; I can take care of myself.&quot; 



There was a fresh honest naivete about the 

 fellow that was exceedingly captivating. For a 

 village workman, he was surprisingly intelligent, 

 but his ambition, if he had any, appeared to have 

 been merged in a comfortable belief that things 

 would come around all right in the end if he only 

 plodded on faithfully. 



When he landed us in front of my hut, I 

 pulled out a ten-dollar bill and offered it to him. 

 He rejected it with a kindly smile, saying : 



&quot; One gentleman can do another a good turn 

 when it is in his way, without being paid for it.&quot; 



Before the Doctor and I had recovered from 

 our astonishment, he was gone. 



