is the emotion of a gentle and courageous spirit. But wherever trouble
is found, there is also to be found envy, pride, and vanity. It is
good to be humble, Mrs. Wicket; in humility lie the forces of peace.
The humble heart is an impregnable fortress."

And he tapped his breast, as though to say, "Here is a whole army."

"Yes," she mused, "yes . . . but the heart's liable to break, too,
after a while."

"Not the humble heart," said Mr. Jeminy firmly. "No . . . you cannot
break the humble heart."

Mrs. Wicket stood gazing at the ground, twisting her apron with her
hands. On her face was a look of pity for Mr. Jeminy, because she had
heard that he was not to teach school any longer. "It will be a hard
blow to him," she thought.

"Few," continued Mr. Jeminy, "go very long without their share of
sorrow. And sorrow is not a light thing to bear, Mrs. Wicket.
Poverty, also, falls to the lot of most of us; and it is not easy to be
poor. Yet to be poor, to be sad, and to be brave, is indeed the best
of life. He who wants little for himself, is a happy man. If he is
wise, he will pity those who have more than they need. He will not
envy them; he will see the trouble they are making for themselves.
There is no end of pity in this world, Mrs. Wicket; like love, it makes
rich men of us all."

Mrs. Wicket nodded her head. "Yes," she said, "it's a blessing to feel
pity. It makes you strong, like. The humble heart is a power of