"Poor fellow!" said Harry again, "I wonder is HE pinned somewhere?
I feel like giving him a lift; he is so prosy it isn't likely anyone
else will feel moved to help."

Thus it came about that when the dean announced that the alms this day
would be given to the parish of our friend who had just addressed us;
and the plate paused before the Lossing pew, Harry slipped his hand
into his waistcoat pocket after those two five-dollar notes.

I should explain that Harry being a naturally left-handed boy,
who has laboriously taught himself the use of his right hand,
it is a family joke that he is like the inhabitants of Nineveh,
who could not tell their right hand from their left.
But Harry himself has always maintained that he can tell
as well as the next man.

Out drifted the flock of choir-boys singing, "For thee, oh dear,
dear country," and presently, following them, out drifted
the congregation; among the crowd the girl that Harry loved,
not so quickly that he had not time for a look and a smile
(just tinged with rose); and because she was so sweet, so good,
so altogether adorable, and because she had not only smiled
but blushed, and, unobserved, he had touched the fur of her jacket,
the young man walked on air.

He did not remember the Saint Bernards until after the early
Sunday dinner, and during the after-dinner cigar.
He was sitting in the library, before some blazing logs,
at peace with all the world. To him, thus, came his mother and
announced that the dean and "that man who preached this morning,